If you can do something about it don't worry, and if you can't do anything about it don't worry.

Some things have gotten better and others have gotten worse and I don't know whether or not to be okay with this or if "progress" can be characterized, at least conceptually, in ways that aren't advancements but rather alterations.

That didn't make any sense but neither does anything else.

"Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love."

I want to travel...

It has been a long 2 months since I last logged on. My first quarter of graduate school has been tremendously difficult, but I am surviving. I am alive. And there's not much more to ask for. 

I am learning how to be content with myself. I am finally beginning to understand how to embrace the lull of my own thoughts, and to be independent (emotionally and physically). I'm much better at keeping things to myself, for myself. I know it's a cliche. But it's nice. 

"Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it."