6 months after my first step in the hotel that offered me a management position and I quitted again

But this time for different reasons.

I finally fathomed what was wrong in my life and what was wrong in this world. I used to want to write a story, a sci-fi story about some dreamworld of mine. But now I see that I was just trying to escape from reality and not be confronted with unpleasant truths. But after enduring those six months of being constantly bullied and put face-to-face with the hypocrisy of my boss and his pseudo-strategies, I finally took the decision to leave Paris and pass my driving licence so I can be sufficiently free to go wherever I want to go.

I feel so tired and so burdened by discovering the ugly truth behind the NWO and the Masonic manipulations as well as all the horrible things people do in my country and the brain-dead apathy of the population who doesn't want to wake up and who still believes tomorrow will be just another yesterday. Such a waste of time. I feel that I only have myself to count on, that people don't want to see their imminent downfall or will wake up too late. I don't know what I should do but I know I've got to take my money and try to save the maximum I can, hope it's not too late.

I thought I could count on my inheritance money but I doubt my cousins will ever let me go with that bunch of money that I could save. But I feel that waiting for my grandmother's death is just too immoral and despicable, even from me. So I need to start making something new, something the system won't be able to touch. Or become a monk. Maybe there is still some hope after all.

All my world is crumbling down once again and I need to focus on what I can do to go through it and be born new.