jessikah

Fresh out of a hot shower.

My mind is always sitting backwards instead of forwards. Constantly confused. Guess I'm still sick, doesn't feel like I've reached the surface yet.

NYC has been an interesting experience since moving in August.

I find that I'm often still in my own bubble mentally. Needing something. Something that I don't feel is around. From myself? It almost feels like needing an oil change. Mind cleansing, something I haven't tried. Though I try to keep a good mental structure. My mind is so clouded, cluttered. I can feel a life force in there but the pulse is so faint. Is this what they mean by tortured minds? Crazy was a very almost reality not that long ago.

Or I feel starved for attention. All my friends are back home. I'm here with Sam and that's great. We see a few of his friends now and then and that's great too. But it's not enough. I need more bonding. I'm a people person without a doubt.

I wouldn't say making friends here is uber difficult, I've made a few. But the relationship is still thin and building. Not a lot of contact and all that. Except for one, I've been too sick to hang out yet. But know I'm in some severe need of it. Be in someone elses energy for a while.

A few portraits taken at the Candy Lust steam punk event, think that was the name.

Here's to another day of job applications and bouncing off the walls at home. In my awesome striped socks.