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In the past six months, I hovered at the edge of a nervous/emotional breakdown, someone important to me died and I was unable to tell her how much she mattered to me, I've grown increasingly estranged from my family (especially my father), I destroyed my GPA, I was rejected by someone I was willing to give up everything for, and my partner of three years and I decided to end our relationship.

It feels like everything inside me has broken and is struggling to mend. Maybe when it does, I'll be someone I actually like.

It seems like the perfect time to run off to Europe for three months.

Snapshots of a Late April Visit to Montreal

One yellow tulip among the many red, across from Ren's apartment.


Toys at a vegan restaurant where Sam, Ren and I went for breakfast.


Octopus vs....pheasant?


The pheasant looks pretty victorious to me.


Best. Hair accessory. Ever.