As I sip my Tropicana, my taste buds trigger my memories, as they rewind a decade back. When Orange Juice was more a luxury than anything. When life was simple, when I was a happy little boy.
Look at me now.
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I'm at an all time low. Mentally, I've hit a slump. My predicament multiplied with every long distance phone call with my mother.
I had to trek down to North York, spend some time with Alix, just to get away from it all, and unwind. There's too much stress, and I'm breaking. But I can't talk like this. I have to stay strong, and brave the elements. I can't look back, I can only move on.
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