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Yesterday on Toronto Island made everything seem a little better. I've wandered myself into a little bit of a situation - so to speak - and my feelings about it alternate between "this is the greatest thing that has ever happened" and "what the fuck am I doing...seriously". Seeing old ghosts around the Big Carrott made me understand how real everything is. Kind of like that sinking feeling you get in your stomach when you realize you're about to run into a wall and there is nothing you can do about it - the realization that you can't deak out reality sometimes. Wow. But yesterday made some things seem a little better. I know that what I deserve right now is far from this, so I will politely walk on the egg shells laid below me and hope I don't fall through.