on your mark, get set

i said i’d do it. ive fucking done it.

who has the same journal for three fucking years anyways. sheit. definatly not me. im the kind of person who starts a new journal with several blank pages still in the old ones. i am a person with a small attention span. one who likes to flit about.

that being said. there is much flitting as of late. ive gone on an adventure planting trees and i remembered who i was. it feels amazing but im back in the place i left. this place makes me feel like i felt when my brother used to sit on my face with a pillow. ie: not very good. MR.S thinks im still going to put up with his stupid shit. im not. i decided that i should at least apologize for acting like a bit of a bitch this morning so i said ‘im sorry for being a bitch this morning’ he said ‘don’t tell me, show me.’ i wanted to say ‘NO IM FUCKING TELLING YOU. I DONT OWE YOU SHIT. SO TAKE THIS APOLOGY (however fake it may seem) AND ACCEPT IT BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOTHING ON ME ANYMORE.’ but i said ‘uh. im telling you.’

i’m sitting at the house i frequent. i am not going to say i live here because i dont really live anywhere. this is more of a place i keep my stuff. i’m here till sunday and then i take a greyhound south to vancouver where i will work and hopefully make money. i’m drinking beer and eating kiwis.

i’m enjoying being alone so much more lately. i told no one i was coming back to prince george and just had the whole people-will-see-me-if-they-see-me attitude. its a good way to be when only shortly stopping by a place. i have to find a bike box tomorrow.

hell.