From a Journal

The past few days I've been ignoring my responsibilities and that's never good. So close to graduating and I'm about to throw it away. That's no good.

I'm at a cross-road and I'm scared. It's the truth.

Too many episodes of The Office and eating in bed. What a disgrace.

Perk up little child of mine. Things will get better and you best believe it.

"Sometimes I can't believe it, I'm moving past the feeling... and into the night" - Arcade Fire

Dangerously Deep Sea Diving

It's true. I get flustered very easily. 

There's too much going on, and too much swinging on by.

Learn to refocus and all will be ok.

Learn to refocus and all will be the same.

Give me the challenges, tough love, intense migraines, and write-ups. 

I want it all.

Give me the tender kisses, found metrocards, tan lines, and silent laughter.

And then some.

Yea, sure, it can be a bit much some times, but in the end it's better than routine. 

Learn to refocus and you'll lose all the fun.

Follow the Yellow Line:

This is the street.

I lived there for a while.

Breathed there for a while.

Was happy for a while.

This is the street,

in front of my home.

What's left of my home,

before I left my home.

This is the street,

where I grew for a while,

before I followed those lines.

Before I left it behind.

Audience member in the back, "don't quit your day job!"