So, yeah, I'm thinking things have to change here soon. I have to get out of the city or out of the province since I'm going out of my mind. Too many people around here are living on anti-depressants. Too many people are resorting to booze and drugs to solve things, which solves nothing. The class difference in this province is sickening, and it is far more noticeable in this city. I shouldn't have to take three Celexa tablets every day just to keep the urge to smash my head open with a maul under control. It seems odd to me that so many people I know have thyroid issues in this province and how many have depression issues. Is it something in the water? (We won't even get into the subject of the great Harbour Clean Up" scam. The only ones 'cleaning up' are the politicians pocketing the funds allocated to making our water back into water instead of toxic sludge and sewage.) I have always felt like I wasn't meant for this drudgery, but I've been pounding my head against this wall for so long it's hard to believe there is anything other than the wall. You mean the universe doesn't consist of blood stained bricks where you are? ML once dared to tell me I couldn't handle Toronto. Hah, if I can handle living in this place for this long, I can handle whatever Toronto has to dish out. Toronto, BC, New York, bring it on! If this shitehole hasn't broken me, do your worst, I'll get by. Fuck, I lived with a Troll for three years, and he's actually one of the lesser evils of my exes. I'm an Ogress, and I'm a survivor. I'm getting out of here by hook or by crook.