I’m going to Peru on Saturday.

But right now I’m in a coffee shop in Texas. I’m looking at photos spread across the shop’s wall in a neat display–they’re photos of mine, from other trips…China, Malaysia, Thailand. If I look back to a few days before each of those trips I see a different version of Brian, excited and enthusiastic, hopeful. From my current state of mind I had to look those words up in the dictionary because I have no idea what the fuck they mean.

I wish my mom would have had an abortion for every time I write a depressing blog entry like this.

The receptionist at the psychiatrist’s office…this isn’t going anywhere positive…

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