The only thing that breaks up this haze are my occasional moments of clarity. It's as if, for a few seconds, I understand what I want and where I'm going, but those moments come just as quickly as they go. Sadly, I slip back into the constants in my life: school, gym, food, sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat. Part of me is waiting for someone to wake me up and say, "Relax, it was only a dream!" And yet, the other side of me tells me that I should be grateful to experience these moments at all. Usually, I end up somewhere in between.
(American Apparel crop top. Urban Outfitters jeans. Nasty Gal leopard booties)