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Monday is the first day of the last semester I have as an undergrad... it's still hard for me to believe. When I think back to the way I felt last fall, it seems like a lifetime ago. Even the way I felt when I went to NYC last winter... so much has changed.
I keep writing and erasing, thinking and re-thinking. It seems like the more questions I ask, the more questions I get. The only thing that gives me peace is to just let my questions go unanswered while I keep doing what I've been doing all year. Over the past few months, I've been questioning my motives repeatedly as I make the decisions that have the potential to significantly change my life. This turmoil remains completely internal. After I've written as much as I can, I turn this energy back into my art. Will this cycle ever leave my own mind, my own apartment?
I keep writing and erasing, thinking and re-thinking. It seems like the more questions I ask, the more questions I get. The only thing that gives me peace is to just let my questions go unanswered while I keep doing what I've been doing all year. Over the past few months, I've been questioning my motives repeatedly as I make the decisions that have the potential to significantly change my life. This turmoil remains completely internal. After I've written as much as I can, I turn this energy back into my art. Will this cycle ever leave my own mind, my own apartment?