Let's add to that.

I hate Montreal West. But more than that I love it.

I hate it because there's nowhere to go hang out, and aside from all the twin stores there's really nothing at all.

But I love it because I can go walking down westminster with bare feet, wearing ripped jeans and my quasi-60's shirt, without telling anyone where I'm going, and people will greet me by name.

Innocence is not attractive. Everyone knows that rebellion is romantic, alluring. Coolness personified is living life on the edge. So please stop predicting that someday I'll rebel and break loose from my timid "conservatism." By daring to be undaring, I am the rebellious one.

Just had to make that clear in an effort to seem Not Normal. Allow me to continue with my absence of life.

I feel that I'm blowing every chance I'm given.

Please, don't give up on me yet.