This year has been the absolute worst. Multiple refusals on my work permit. Crippling loneliness. Relapse after relapse after relapse on PMO. I regained all the weight I lost over the summer. I’m a few days away from being deported from Canada. My sleep and diet have gone down the sewer. I’ve been having suicidal ideations over the past two days. Nothing’s going right.
If anyone reads this, don’t fuck your life up the way I did. I’m a loser, but you’re not. Keep chasing your dreams and you’ll get there. As for me, the road’ll take my worthless ass wherever it damn well pleases. Peace.