I haven't done any writing in a while.
Aside from scripts, proposals and irate letters to express my emotional grievances, I don't think I've written any poems or short paragraph of proses.
Life in Canada is tough, man.
School's contract faculty has been on strike for 8 weeks now and it doesn't seem like it will be resolved any time soon. Money's bleeding out of me like crazy for no good reason.
Had a shitty February that fucked me real good. Brought me back to old times when I was dealing with the fallout with Ron. I'm mostly good now. Proud of myself of how fast I managed to get out of this emotional shitstorm. Fleeting insecurities still bog me down though. Was told that I might have Borderline Personality Disorder and I freaked for a short while. Situation is diffused though; false alarm.
I miss having good friends whom I can trust. There aren't many here. I don't know who I can turn to. I made the mistake of divulging too much to a Canadian female friend and I grew way too attached to her. I loved her at one point. But when I think back now, I was probably just incredibly lonely.
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