Is that I am not, no matter what I want to be, safe to my own intentions.
I finished my time at a horrible job tonight. Somewhat disreputably, it might be added. Ah! I sigh. Continents can't divide me from myself.
If there was a better way to go it would find me....
Thank you for that song, by the way. Thank you for so many things, but that song especially. I don't know what I'm doing here, exactly, but I know that I miss who I love; and that Toronto is terribly special, despite all it's frustrations and dead ends.
I'm going to write something better when I'm sober.
Love you.
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