I'll sleep when I'm dead.

I'm always in a constant state of feeling surreal. I can hardly ever attach myself to any given moment long enough to truly pour myself into it. Out of fear? Out of logic? I'm not quite sure. But at some point, all these feelings that I didn't get to feel at the moment, come rushing back to me and hit me in the face. It's a little intense but I guess that's the way that I've been accustomed to feel.

These last 2 years in NYC have been insanity. Complete insanity. I hardly even know where I come from anymore. The intensity of the last two years has felt like a lifetime here in NYC.

Anyways. It's been a while since I've posted. And I deleted some of my really intense posts that I wrote this winter. Time of my life? Definitely.

I hardly know what to feel, I hardly know what to do, I just know that I'm moving forward. This time in a much, much better place :)