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As time passes after a break up it’s the little things that get you. Seeing something funny that you wish you could share with them because you know they’d get it. Feeling weird watching the rest of that series by yourself and it’s just not the same without them beside you. Cooking that dish that was their favourite but somehow it just doesn’t taste as good because they’re not there to share it with you. Going for a walk in the places you always went together and you’ve never felt so lonely. So many little things that just hit so hard and sometimes right out of the blue when you think you’re over them. I hate this part.


There are a lot of things about how Translink operates that I wish would change. Right now, I'd rather that Translink embark on an education campaign for riders on proper bus/train etiquette than doing some prize contest.

I honestly don't know what to do

It's a long time male-female friendship. Do I tell him how I feel and possibly implode the best friendship I've ever had in my life? I honestly don't know what to do here. It feels exhausting.

So long sweet goddess

We go way back almost a decade. And now that she’s leaving, I feel like I have fallen into the trap of attachment. She was not my girlfriend, never was and never will be. I don’t mean to be too attached. But the connection we had felt like something truly special. It was this deep sacred feeling that cannot be replicated or reproduced. It can’t be explained. Although I respect her decision to leave the beautiful Pacific Northwest, I know I’ll miss her forever. I never got to ask why she’s taking off, but I know it had certainly nothing to do with me. It’s this lousy housing crunch. The atrocities of housing here is driving everybody out. It sure won’t be the same without her. I wonder if I’m blowing this out of proportion? Wish I could stop crying, but I cant.


I confess I am perplexed over the ever growing lack of bipartisanship in our governments. It seems to have become fashionable to declare the other parties 'the enemy' and refuse to work together on behalf of your constituents who duly elected you. As a democratically elected official it is your constitutional duty to work across the aisle wherever that aisle may be whether in property stratas, municipal, provincial and federal governments. Get it together and do your job as it was intended to be done and quit wasting tax payer's time and money!

Just one night, PLEASE

I haven’t been able to sleep undisturbed for an entire night in so long I can’t remember. Every single night I’m woken up multiple times by the noisy people in my building or by some random person outside of it. It’s really hard for me to go back to sleep when I’m woken up at certain stages of the sleep cycle, so I’m left laying awake for hours sometimes. People are so inconsiderate! Dragging furniture around at 2 am, slamming doors, sitting outside the building in a car with the music pounding, you name it. I’m so tired.

After all this time

I still have no idea how to react if I saw her again. In no other aspect of my life so I feel this kind of confliction. Angry, excited, dismissive, honest, curt... I have no clue what reaction is right. I might simply turn and flee.

Black Tambourine

A dark season. I welcome the heavy rains to reflect what it feels like on the inside. It’s hard to keep it in, let the feelings flow past like fish in a stream they say. But I am drowning. Tired of treading. I hear about renters forced out of town, employers struggling to keep staff. What is to become of us. Long commutes are inefficient. I hear talk of how Montreal regulates rent fairly and wonder if such a thing could exist here.


Misunderstood, the feeling as I walk day to day. It’s lingering around my heart, my eyes, my brain, my soul. My anger is misunderstood, my sadness is misunderstood, my happiness is misunderstood. I long for the days, the hours, the seconds when I am. When I am understood for my anger, my sadness and my happiness. The pain I carry is wearing on my heart. My heart feels pains for others. My eyes see the pain for others. My Brian sorts out the pain of others. I understand the pain of others. The same thought lingers every day every hour ever minute every second “So Why can’t I be understood.”

Impossible standards

Men and women are both largely single, childless, and try to attain impossible relationships (must be 6' tall, wealthy, or super attractive, etc.) I am starting to believe marrying at 15 was a better approach. Nothing was overly thought-out to these extreme and impossible standards that we have today. You could get unlucky, but if they are not a sheer idiot or loser, it is better than being single for the rest of your life, isn't it?


7 bus writing in your notebook :)

On the 7 bus today around 3 or 4pm. I was sitting in the back wearing my fluffy parka jacket,...

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