i'm home on break and i'm relearning the art of breathing.

I reached the end of my rope on Friday. I always think I have enough metaphorical rope until one day I wake up and say OMG WHERE'S MY ROPE and that is what happened when I woke up on Friday morning. In hindsight, chugging an Amp, watching the midnight showing of HP7, staring at my ceiling wondering why I can't go to sleep, having weird dreams about my girlfriends shaving their heads and becoming monks and rolling out of bed to finish a paper the next morning was not on my list of best choices I have made. Well, deathly hallows was. Friggin sweet. But I was beyond tired. I just....had run out. Emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually. I just couldn't function.

I kind of still can't. I went walking around my old stomping grounds today, got some Chick-fil-A and watched TV for the first time in lordy knows when. I haven't been able to string together a sentence. I am still processing this whole semester...new people, new rhythm, new system, new...newness. The connection between my brain and my heart has slowed down. When I can string together some words for you to read, I will. until then, I'm just going to keep watching Chuck and Outsourced and sleep, therapy-style.

Oh, and this is a picture of me from the musical I was in last week. You know, that obscure 60's musical I was in that consumed my life and ate my grades. I was the tattooed lady.


Til later. <3