did you know that i’m extremely sensitive and emotional?
today was not a good day for me. i took too many things personally and cried as i did the dishes. the ceiling in my bedroom is leaking again and i’ve been trying to stomach the bass blasting from the downstairs apartment for about 7 hours. when i get this way, i start thinking about big changes. “maybe i should just get rid of all my stuff and my boyfriend and move into a studio and start over.” “maybe i can convince sean to move to the qc with me where we can get a little house for less than i pay now.” at this point, that second extremity seems so appealing. i’d be close to my mom, and i have a handful of decent friends who are still living there. i’d have a house with a yard. i’d be able to start tattooing. right now, with this state of mind, these few comforts outweigh the appeal of big city life. i’d miss going to shows and some of the stores and the public transportation and the mindset. but i’ve lived here for 7 years (4 of them in the same apartment). i think it’s time for change.