For a change we went to Caffe Olimpico. I'm in deep shit. Cause I broke the door at my home. And I, well, I put pressure on the door and it broke. I guess they didn't make the door strong enough to support Ugo's weight. And it's like I wanted to go outside so I made for me to be able to go outside whenever I want, but the thing is, I can go outside whenever I want now, but I don't, so what's the point?
It's like I might have to go back to the CHSLD. It's way far in Southeast Montreal. It's a centre hospitalier de soins longue duree. It's all full of old people. It's not for me, that's for certain.
My mom's really worried and I kind of am too cause that would suck really hard to have to go back to the CHSLD.
My mom suggested that going in my room and lying in my bed and listening to music is the definite answer to all my woes. All my woes. I'm thinking in realistic terms but I guess that non-realistic would have me getting up all the time, getting up and seeing if the woman is there. This darn obsession of mine is getting me in into a shitload of troubles.
In my room you can get away with whatever you want because it's your space. But in my room there's just a bed always calling me, so it's like either going to bed or leaving the room, but I know that going to bed is a big no-no in terms of being hit on by women. I mean no woman can hit on you if you got your eyes closed.
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