Montreal sucks!
Our car got broken into at the first tourist stop right over the boader. We spent our only two hours there talking to police and trying to get them to let us back over the boarder without id. We also had to cancel credit cards, figure out if we had photos of everything we did on the only camera we still had (my new one is now gone), and get my mom to wire us some gas money so we can come home. I feel so numb. This week has been the best of my year.. Possibly a couple of years.. And now so many of my photos are gone, we have to end it like this and i doubt we'll ever be all together here again. I feel numb and sick and selfdestructive and untrusting of everything. And all i wanted all week was to go to canada and get some postcards for my collection. The last time i went to another country i was to young to remember and i wanted something good to remember. I have some friends trying to make me eat food so i should go pretend to be a person now.