dazed and confused

is what best describes me right now.
first of all, im not sure whether going to creative writing really high was a good idea or bad. I realized just how insane my professor is and how ridiculously accomplished she is journalistic wise at such a young age. Then it made me think about how i will probably continue the way i am for quite awhile, despite how much i am avoiding the thought. Secondly, trying to analyze dark intense poems while not being able to see straight it unbelievable. Might i say though i saw the meanings in those and more, the best editing to date.

In a slight way it straightened things out for me. i was out of it, discretly in a purple haze, yet everything made sense, more sense than it has ever made before.

i read it all inside and out.

spring break has come at the ideal time. time for yoga, sleep, sun, and good books