Racing down the snowbare streets of Ottawa in a shopping cart with Julie while drinking energy drinks we just shoplifted, screaming and laughing the whole way, I thought to myself : "This is Christmas. This spirit, this giddiness, I'm getting it". And as I sit here now, trying to study for two exams while pulling an essay out of my ass, knowing ( Read more... )

His name is Pierre ( Read more... )

Well, to say the last few weeks have been hectic would be an understatement... But here I am, finally, Ottawa. What will you do with me ? Will you chew me up and spit me out ? Or will you finally make me into the person I want to be ( Read more... )

You made this what it was. Thank you.

The juice is always worth the squeeze.

minus 8 hours : Je ne suis pas auteur ( Read more... )

I've been meaning to post this for a while now, but never seemed to get around to it. Still, I feel this is where these thoughts, gathered on my bus ride to Montreal in early May, belong ( Read more... )

Watching the world drift by on a cloud ( Read more... )

I have rarely felt as vulnerable and fragile as I have these past few weeks. I feel as though I've been sanded down with shards of glass and thrown into a cage with the monkeys for all to laugh and point at. At the same time a certain apathy and numbness is starting to creep in. Soon I won't even be bothered to fling my shit back at the visitors. ( Read more... )

I feel the tears at the back of my eyes ( Read more... )

"In the beginning, there were answers ( Read more... )