It will be my one year anniversary of the day I ran away. I have created a scenario in my head filled with doom. the day some straw is the last. The day it's too much and yell at me. Or a disappointment conversation. I could be evicted restricted or other reaction because I don't want to break...
It's 5:17am and I'm up smelling that horrible coffee smell, possibly for the last time. The final full day in Ontario, quite possibly forever. There were a few last-minute offers to stay but they were really more idealistic procrastination stalls. I forced the play and although I'm not ready on a...
Last Saturday and Sunday I helped Willie with some landscaping. Apparently this signified the beginning of a life change for me where I was supposed to spend several hours every day for the rest of my stay here helping him with his busy work. I don't mean that as an...