Thursday night. Thanksgiving. This is the first Thanksgiving I’ve ever spent alone and without a meal to share with others. No turkey, no pie, no parade, no movie marathon, no family to gather, nothing. It’s really hard for me, actually. I’ve never spent this holiday alone like this before.

I just ate McDonald’s and talked to my brother, who is also all alone, instead. Close enough, I guess.

I’m back in Hong Kong again. I need to go check in with immigration tomorrow because my HKID is still active, which is why they took me back, so I need to go pick it up. Then I can apply for a transit visa to Thailand to pick up my shit, say my goodbyes, and GTFO. Probably won’t be back for a very long time after this. What is there to go back for?

British Guy promptly fucked off and disappeared into the void again, as we all predicted he would. What a piece of shit. He just loves to show up at particularly vulnerable moments and then fuck off again. It does not feel good. I don’t want this. I know I wouldn’t have chatted with him if I hadn’t been in jail. But he and my Irish Minder were the only two people who were chatting with me through the whole thing. No one actually gives a fuck what happens to me in life. That much is clear. So, yeah, whatever, this is why I keep falling into the same trap with men over and over again.

I asked my Irish Minder why everyone hates him and his response basically amounted to, “Because he’s a beta simp, bro.” Right. Exactly. He’s too much a “feminine-coded man” and I’m too much a “masculine-coded woman.” I need someone who is more of a man than I am, not someone who is going to feel like less of a man simply because I can outdo him in a battle of wits.

There it is.

I have so much work to do tomorrow. My feet are totally fucked up from my climb up The Peak and from being herded around like cattle. I could barely walk this evening. I have a full-on limp going. It’s going to cause a problem tomorrow when I need to be running around Hong Kong like a chicken with its head cut off.

Haha, hilarious, I didn’t do any walking in Thailand, and then I finally do some and it absolutely destroys my feet to the point that I can’t walk without a limp. Pathetic. That’s just how lazy living in Bangkok made me. Ugh.

I’m so exhausted. I just want to sleep right now. Just wanted to take a moment to say how grateful I am for this ridiculous journey across SEA, even when the lows are low. And trust me, the lows are pretty fucking low. That being said, it’s still better than living in that shithole South Dakota. I am so grateful every day I finally left it behind forever. I am so grateful I never have to go back there ever again.

I also want to say a prayer for all of the families affected by the fire in Tai Poi, which looms heavily over the city of Hong Kong tonight. I am also thinking of the families of all the people in the U.S. who have been detained by ICE. This experience in Thailand weighs heavier on my heart knowing how much worse it is for so many back home right now.

I am especially thinking of all the children in the world who are separated from their families. I am thinking of the whole world tonight.

Peace on earth, fam.

Happy Thanksgiving to All My Relations.