July 10th

I don’t know what to write, what to think, what to feel.

I don’t know how I got into this position. I cannot concentrate, I cannot think straight. I am angry, pissed off, and depressed all this time since I arrived in Warsaw.

I thought about drinking again.

I didn't, I am inside in this filthy, terrible apartment and need to spend one more night here.

Tomorrow I will walk the dog twice — in the morning and around 9 am, and at 10 am I will be leaving.

This whole ordeal is surreal, and it has really profoundly negative effects on my and my mental health.