A deviation.

This is a turning point, the thought of which makes me sick to my stomach. I don't want to talk about it but I have to get it out, so this is where I'll put it. This is, after all, some form of a journal; a record of the traveling aspect of my life. Unfortunately, traveling doesn't consume my life and my life isn't always as sugar-coated as I'd like for it to be. Sometimes things have to be dealt with even when I don't want to deal with them, talk about them. Getting this out this way, writing this into existence, even if only a small amount is extracted from my brain and left here instead, will be something.