I have always found hanging out with qirou yang exhausting. We met in OCAD university. The friendship has always felt one sided with me putting in more efforts than ever. I seriously don’t get what’s bothering her. Other than that lifan Zhou was unnecessarily jealous. She cried one time. And it was interrupted because kiyo, qirou yang, showed up to try to work at the computer station we were sitting at. She looked panicked and as if caught red herring. She immediately stopped crying and pretending it was nothing. Not just jealous, seriously criminal. I have since labeled her a man’s woman, clearly having sex with tons of people to get to places. I have never met somebody like this. In my previous schools, everybody was ultra conservative. I found her ultimately fascinating and exotic. She blamed it all on her estranged mother. I cried sabotage. Poor women! Imagine the things she suffered at this woman. Later this fascination developed into revulsion. Is she having fun with men? I guessed it’s all really made up. Clearly she stopped as we approached graduation and qirou yang secretly graduated in 2018 and got herself into ryerson university. She never told me this until she actually got in. I found that enough to be betrayal. Why not tell me ahead of time so I could mentally prepare for it? In 2025 I accidentally got myself in trouble as I traveled back from New York to Toronto. I went to Washington DC instead. Then I met Emilia and Willow. I talked about Sophia oppel to see what they think about her work. They didn’t say that much. I immediately get ideas they think it’s all really normal works they could see everywhere in the United States. And especially with so many great exhibitions in Washington DC, it was really unremarkable. So I didn’t show them my other friend’s work. What if they think my works are ordinary too? Then in June 2026 I met an Indian friend on the bus. He talked about he doesn’t post his work online. I found that odd. That’s the antithesis of what I’m doing. Why would he hide his work? I don’t get it. Etc.