five

Friday night, at the Travelodge Hotel on Markham rd. Alone. No other person, no man. Just me, myself and I. No one here to meet me. No one returned my calls. No one returned my email.

Im sad, pissed off and feeling a little violent. I need an outlet and I left my diary at home so I am choosing to vent here. Im paying to use their internet access. Im paying for the hotel room. I paid for the cab ride here. All the while fighting back tears, to which I lose the battle. They are falling. Ive been using Swiss Chalet cocktail napkins. Nothing glamorous about this trip I tell you.

I have less than a minute b4 I have to add more money. I think ill leave this as it is for now and continue later on. Dont worry Ill still have plenty of mad left in me.