108 Weeks Later

College is over. Got a degree in Journalism. So what now? Honestly, all that stuff from 108 weeks ago (108, according to LiveJournal, apparently I cross posted a lot) is probably the most photo I've done in a consecutive amount of time. Kind of sad if you think about it. But I don't want to.

So now what?

That's the question, isn't it?

Now I have to make all these grown -up decisions I didn't even think would be a problem until now.

Met some new people, said good bye to a lot of new and old (but not age-wise) people.

And I'm left here. Watching each passing day with the same look on my face. A very transparent look, too, apparently, since people keep asking me what's wrong? What's wrong? Well, if I knew the answer to that question, I wouldn't have this look on my face.

I jumped off a mini-cliff into a rock quarry a few months ago. I didn't do it right.Kind of hesitated at the edge. But only my body hesitated. My heart was already halfway out into the air. I think that's the best way to describe what I'm feeling right now. My heart a few steps ahead of my body and my mind trying to make sense of it all and just gave up in despair.

Just go on ahead of me, my mind says. And let me know how it goes.

Meanwhile my body grazes the branches growing out from the cliff before it plunges into the water below. And everything grows dark.

Ugh, sickening emo metaphorical imagery crap. I can't believe I just wrote that sh