i’m a really sorry person. i’m so sorry it’s almost canadian. every little wrong, i remember and i wince at the memory still. it keeps me up at night. and then the big things wait for me when i sleep. it’s a hard world. yet i’m so insistent that it isn’t at the same time, that it is all worth it. even after i saw all the poverty and struggle and corruption in kenya, i still hold on to that stupid belief that people are good and it is truly beautiful: the world, all of it; that it is all going to be okay. and even if it’s not, that’s okay too. the universe is so big it doesn’t need us anyway. haha we can’t tell it what to do.