I've always been one never to hide much, though I'm not the type to volunteer information that easily either. Maybe that's what's gotten me into trouble lately. Now that I've been talking to people more often and more in depth I really feel that I'm no longer just stuck in some wretched hole. My outlets have been few and far between for a while, but things have really started to move in my head. It's like the air got stale and I was choking on it. I've got to keep that in mind: talk it out Jay.

The road seems longer than I remember it, now that I can see it again. Still, now I can see.

The signals are mixed, the wires are crossed, and I forgot somewhere which was left, or right... or wrong. The more that's read between the lines, the less you actually read. It used to be that I couldn't find all the pieces... but when I put them together there's no space left... for me.

Sometimes I can't help but feel like I've crossed over too many lines and I wonder if I've been intruding. I've lost the sense that I have a "home," that I have a place to come back to. I don't even feel like myself anymore. It's like I woke up one day and the world I used to know--my world--wasn't mine anymore.

I'm still recovering from the weekend. I thought I was getting sick earlier today because I was feeling a little weak, but I think it might have been because I hadn't eaten yet. I doubt I'll be getting much rest this week though, with the benefit concert around the corner. Things didn't go as planned today.. didn't wake up on time, having to postpone HSO planning, didn't realize there was no Alyansa meeting today, and went home just to pick up the notice I got about my ridiculous traffic ticket.

But tomorrow is a brand new day.

Life just kicked out of overdrive. Now it's time to look back and wonder what happened.

Through the Medical Mission Gala prep nights, PUSO Beat practices I didn't ever catch on to, overdue conversations, an epic cranium battle, morning prayers before bed, Kaba conference in the rain, Med Mission Gala, and loitering in front on In-and-Out. I'm due for a rest.