"It’s Thursday night, probably passed 8 o’clock because the studio is dim. I stand barefoot on the paint-strewn floor, which spreads wide to the white walls that beg for their own story. Under my tabaret lies my abandoned school bag. The frail pages of my textbooks lay undiscovered and un-penetrated. Paint stains my fingers, and dwindles up to my arms. I probably have acrylic on my face, but I haven’t looked in a mirror in hours. I’m in another world."


I decided Im going to join meditation club. And Im going to start going on outings-- like the midnight canoeing trip in the swamp. Im going to paint more, and go to the library more. I want to start reading again, and take walks down maple. I miss going to C Collection, and getting movies from Netflix, and riding the street car. Since school started, I haven't been myself. Although I keep saying that, its time I change things up and fix it. I know what I want-- I just have to be brave and jump across that chasm between what I am and what I desire to be.