toronto we love you but you’re bringing us down (a found poem, imessage history)
—i used to see him at parties all the time
—i heard he’s slept with like the entire city
—he’s cute but too toronto (an asian fever kiddo like everyone else)
—oh and he’s friends with that girl i slept with a few times
—toronto is way too small
people didn’t come!
this city is boring </3
the beaver is gone!
rip i’m moving </3
hate this toronto cool cool no resos bullshit!
—do you ever feel like you are always home and everyone else is out and about?
—we’ve *been* out and about here for 11 years so like what are we missing out on? stiff crowds and good coke bathrooms?
— yeah whenever i do go out, i just wanna be home. it’s too stimulating in the worst ways.
super bored, anxious, extremely poor
ready to disappear
i feel so unsafe a couple bad decisions and i’m fucked
we want to buy a house but it’s impossible
the only reason i’m staying is because my apartment is cheap enough
i think about money all the time it’s annoying
too expensive for a single gal without a career
i might move to montreal
i’m ready for my bohemian era (not possible here)
i’m still in my corporate era. i am shackled to the city of toronto. i’m hoping i can get a lil boho at earlscourt park.
—where do you think you’ll live when you’re an old asian lady with a long elegant plait?
—i imagine i’m in the city, amongst buildings. ideally more interesting and intricate than they are here but i don’t want to move haha!
—maybe toronto will have better buildings in the future?
i miss you and toronto (which is strange, i didn’t think i liked the place that much)
home is toronto
toronto is toronto
did you watch Take This Waltz when you moved here?
i can’t live here
everyone loves lining up for things
we have to leave