Mutter. - 2004-08-12 - 2:42 p.m.

My life has turned shitty once again. Haha, it's always just a matter of time.

My parents may be lending me money. They might not though. So you know. I may be fucked. No matter what happens, things will end up being pretty cool in the end. I know it. It is a FACT. The only thing that is causing me stress is that I could have prevented this much earlier, but didn't. Another thing is that I WANT to live here.

I don't know if I would prefer another life somewhere else to this one right now. But like most humans, I fear drastic changes in my lifestyle.

If I end up hitchhiking for a long, long time with one set of clothes to last me for months, I will be okay. If I am forced to move back to Quebec, I will get back on my feet, kick the fucking door open, and I will be okay. If I get a job here, I WILL BE OKAY.

CAN'T YOU SEE SEBASTIEN? WHEN PEOPLE SAY (KNOW) THAT THINGS WON'T BE OKAY THEY ARE ALWAYS ONLY TELLING HALF OF THE TRUTH. THE OTHER HALF IS THAT THINGS WILL ALWAYS END UP BEING OKAY. ONE CANNOT BE WITHOUT THE OTHER. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE A WAGE-SLAVE ASSHOLE ALL YOUR LIFE CHANGE IS INEVITABLE. THINGS! WILL! BE! OKAY!

No matter my mood, random mail always makes me feel at least slightly better. Thank you.

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