¥50 Thousand in Japan

Dear Diary,

I’m in Japan, the city was too much for me.

I hate to sound overdramatic but whenever some romantic entanglement wreaks havoc on my soul, I think the only remedy is to get away. Escape...pamper myself and fill myself with so much self-love there almost isn’t room for anything else. Or anyone else.

The trip was fine. I didn’t fly first class but for whatever reason my flight was under booked (maybe because it was a red eye) so I got to stretch, lay out, and sleep (even though I was in coach!). I texted my mom and some of my friends once I landed, it’s good to know people care about me, and it’s nice to have someone to check in with. But I still wish that person was Johnny.

Why do we care so much about people who don’t give a shit about us?

I’m trying to banish thoughts like that. I think I’ll visit a hot spring, one of my friends told me it was great for detox. Another one of my friends said only old people go...and, mostly, they go in the nude. In any case this will be an exciting experience.