I have been dwelling on how much I dislike Bkk the past few days. Actually, how much I hate Bkk. I just hate this place.

I know to a large extent we choose our own attitude and by trying to remain positive and optimistic things are better, but I can’t seem to move past thinking about how much I hate this city. It’s like I’m stuck in this one gear and can’t shift into the next. I hope it passes soon. I pray it passes. This isn’t a lot of fun right now. Until then I’ll be looking for jobs in China. If nothing else I can maybe just get the fuck out of here.

Gratitude list:
On being
Making it through the day without assaulting anyone
Moving past and moving on