Frankly, not many good memories to tell in regard to my bohemian life. Few facts Cocac. But misery. And a lot of memories.
The first night, "squigee" asked me to sub. I told him I like him, that night, on the street. He threw me this strange look. At once sympathetic and disappointed. I burst into tears. Simply.
Know that I am not going to tell you everything that happened my last two nights in Montreal. While I certainly believe writer-notch, I do not probably find the words to explain just a difficult situation.
Imagine you walk the streets at random. Without knowing where to go. Without knowing what to eat. Exhausted. Las. Sad. There. Add to this a deplorable physical condition. The first night, a bed of green moss. With a lot of carnivorous insects moving around me. The second night in a shelter. Empty syringes and grime, my faith, completely indescribable. Ho, and then again from insects. Bedbugs. Thirty-two bites all over my body.
was too. The next day, six visits in which a roommate with a cool girl amateur manga and video games. A look back at history of Pius IX recover some tips: brush my teeth, sweaters and dirty: my electric razoir. Cry of joy. I missed so much!
From that time, return ticket for the Lac-Saint-Jean.
My adventure is very moody, I can well understand. But believe me, you can not grasp how this adventure almost made me lose my mind. I had never experienced so much suffering in my life. I was deprived, simply, all human dignity. Any power to rebound.
And then I wondered a thousand times what I could do well as bad to benefit from such treatment. No response. I am guilty of having been on unemployment for a month and a half. Guilty of having a face to my ex because she does not consult me for buying a GPS.
That's all.
No, there's really nothing else.
Besides, I never had the opportunity to have a real discussion with her. But what is certain is that I did not deserve such an eviction. In fact, I would have anticipated. I should know. She had already mentioned several times that she became very nasty with her always ex.
Very bad? We can say more.
Now, much remains to be done. My parents are not able to help me, since they already face a very difficult financial situation. I do not know where to start so my situation is perilous. But I would find. What else?
"War is a recipe for failure. The failure of the sensible path of talks and negotiations."
A big thank you for supporting Spounz, Marianne and Leiby. People are not all bad ...
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