I feel like the next person in line - worried about their money and their direction. I feel generally unsatisfied with my life. Risk living in Toronto and being poor, or risk life back home and being bored out of my ******* mind...

Where is the in-between? Well I believe that the in-between between Toronto and home would probably be... New Hamburg. But that is being literall. That is not what I am getting at.

Where is the happiness that lies between being well-off and being poor. Where is the happiness that lies between having fun and being bored? What place is it. There has to be a place.

I do not like Toronto for the mere reasonings of financial setback... and for the fact that they can't even clean a road. Call in the god damn army, again...

I have lost my passion for everything - and without passion my life is just a blank canvas with no resources or materials. I am a nobody without the things that I love to do. Anything that I love to do has faded away from me.

Last night at Savage, it was almost empty the whole night. Dark retro. The music I love pretty much nobody else loves except for a few whom of which are also very passionate about it. It's sad to see such an empty dancefloor.

I was unaware Funhaus is closing down. Where will all the bad repetitive dancers and candy ravers go? Ahaha, sorry. Angry humour, there. I'm just in a bad mood...

I have no purpose in life but to be miserable.

Tags: Sad Depressed Angry Freakin Emo Kid Ahhhhhhhhhhhh