I don't want to go. But I also know that, once I get about halfway there, I'll start to get excited.
And then I'll probably have some fucking fun or something. It'll be like I'm being unfaithful to my regular life, seeing another life behind its back. And then I'll feel guilty about it.
Anyway, I guess I'm leaving now. Gotta stop and get some cash before I go to the airport.
I'll try to update this thing while I'm gone.
This sucks. I don't want to go. Alone.