Yesterday at bloor and Yonge intersection, a woman walked in front of me flinging her long hair. I looked at her. And then I saw a black car. It seemed to know I saw it and immediately swirled and drove ahead of that woman. I found this quite absurd. It’s because there was a construction around RBC and people protested there for George Floyd in 2020 on a rainy day. This has made me anxious and couldn’t help crying on my way home. I don’t understand why people like this exist. Home life is terrible as well. I just couldn’t stand people who think they are the greatest. It’s like whatever. I’m also anxious about Los Angeles. Should I travel there? I looked at the bus ticket and it’s quite daunting. But I guess that’s what road trips takes. Etc.