This is where it ends.

I check into Johns Hopkins on June 21, a Wednesday. I get out the following night.

A few days after, the pseudo-sprog arrives. Then we will be leaving on a jet plane and not coming back.

Somewhere in there, I turn 25 on June 27. This was supposed to be the year that was going to define my life; the year I got my shit together. I learned a lot this year–and nothing that I wanted to. As Karen says, sometimes you finally realize that \”huh, maybe the problem is me.\” Then you change, or keep having the same problem(s). Something I\’m realizing is that one of my biggest problems is the company I keep–or rather, the company that I don\’t keep.

Impetuous youth. I never want to be young again.