Some days I just get so depressed that I can't even function. Some days I can't get out of bed. Some days I can't leave the house. Some days I leave the house when I shouldn't and my mind works on overdrive and I think about shitty things like being hit by a car or getting into an accident or falling into the street or having a light post fall over and kill me. Even worse is when I think about watching other people get hurt. That might be even worse.

I hate thinking sometimes.

Toronto, hangouts, JC, Riley, Toronto, Eleanor, Rebecca/Amanda/Alex.
Guelph on Tuesday.
Embassy on Saturday?

Swim for your family your lovers your sisters and brothers and friends.