Long time no update. I don't know why, seeing as how I have nothing to do all day. Well, I have a job, but I'm on holiday now. Perhaps I should tell more about my life after leaving. After I disappeared, as you all know, I lived in my car for a short while, but then I figured I'd be found. So I went to a dodgy place in London, got a fake passport, and bought a plane ticket to New York City. After a month of living there, I decided it was worse than hell. I had money for 6 months after I left, you know. Nobody knew. So I bought a plane ticket and left. Now I'm here. I work as a waiter in a small resturant. Nobody has recognised me yet. Or if they have, they have not said anything to me, and to newspapers. I am quite thankful for that. Well, in the way I am thankful for things. The guilt of leaving has gnawed at me. I write letter upon letter to Nicky, but never send them. I have a simple lifestyle. A small flat. I stay here when I'm not working. I have food sent here from the local grocery store, and I pay the person who delivers them. Well, I go out once every few months to buy new clothes, but only to one store. I just want to be alone. I should really find a different job because I'm so fucking scared that one day I really will be recognised. I need a job where I'm not around so many people. I have kept up with news of the band. I do like their new music. I live under a fake name here, so I safely get the NME sent here. I'm not in the UK, if that's what you're thinking. I'm smart enough not to still be there; I'd be recognised really quickly.
Well, happy new year to you all.
I love you, Nicky, James, Sean, Mam, Dad, + Rachel. Nicky, tell them I love them if you have already told them about this journal. Tell them they can read it. I just can't bare to come back. Not right now. I'm sorry.