Well, journal, my legal battle has finally come to an end! It’s been a long, exhausting road, but now the fight is just beginning for others. With court documents in hand, filled with sworn statements under oath, the truth is no longer just my word against theirs—it’s official. I’ve also been advised to seek the assistance of the feds, ensuring that this doesn’t just get swept under the rug. Now, ICE and the Department of Justice have what they need to step in and take over. Justice moves slowly, but when it catches up, there’s no outrunning it. All I have to do now is sit back and watch the dominos fall.
I'm standing at the crossroads of skepticism and curiosity, fully aware of the so-called wonders of journaling, yet I'm not entirely sold on the idea. It's like being told to eat your veggies as a kid – you know they're good for you, but you'd rather have ice cream. Now, I'm about to embark on this journey, a sort of expedition into the wilds of my own mind, as I grapple with the ever-twisting, turning paths of borderline personality disorder.
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