Because I can't stop taking them . . .

Yes, and a self portrait. I'm itching to try some new ideas, but, when I saw the arrows pointing me forward, I knew I had to look back. What do you leave behind when you move forward?

Out of Body

Increasingly, I have been struggling to stay on this planet. Especially over break, I found my mind wandering, whether I'm with a lot of people or on my own, not completely here or engaged. It's an odd feeling. I'm doing a lot of dreaming, but not a lot of "being" in a physical sense. My body is here, but my mind is focused on other things, on my Self, on a song, on just not being a part of the violence and cruelty and terrible occurrences that, to me, seem to be escalating in this world. I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to deal with it right now-- at this point apathy is becoming a friend. Or at least a fake friend. Because I'm not really a fan of not caring. And, really, I do. I just don't know what to do about it right now. I guess I'm just going to continue working on my escape plan.