It was after four in the morning when we waltzed out into the night. Liam was driving and everyone was fucking tired and Liam was falling asleep when he dropped me off. I asked if he would make it home, and he was like 'Yeah boy'. I was worried he would crash the car and get killed--he's my best friend and I have cried enough for this month, thankyou.

Paul was telling me about this guy at York who is going through some serious stuff aswell, and similar to my experiences through Sunnybrooke and the CAMH. The chain continues and so do I. I'm getting healthier, but am still apt to tears. They come from beautiful moments that affect me with such truth--different encounters and confrontations that move me past myself and into the present. Tears of joy mostly from the sincere help around me.

A party tonight that I do look forward to. Laughing and singing and friends. I am sick now and coughing a bit. I talked to my sister long distance in Australia last night and it was really beautiful. She is a really close friend I had forgotten I had. She sent me an e_mail on the quarter-life crisis and it held some special identifiers for me, plus it came from her with love. I working on getting a book of poetry together to bind and carry to carriers, so if you like my poetry tell me and I'll write more. Sax lessons start on Tuesday again.

PEACE - Tristan