...is about to happen. The situation I worried about two weeks ago is, without a miracle I neither believe in nor can allow myself to hope for, about to become reality.
The false commitment of an individual pushed me to the brink of despair; it seems almost certain that the false promises and un-businesslike behavior of my clients have, at last, broken me.
I'm sure this journal will be here 24 hours from now. I am not entirely sure I will be. If that happens, be assured that it will not be a voluntary departure.
I hope to return, in fact hope I won't have to leave, even for a day. But I can make no promises. I have no power to make promises.
It wasn't supposed to turn out this way.
2 days ago