Naps

What can I say?

There should be more.

Still sick but spring is here any way.

In the words of my friend Ben, "Keep looking for beauty".

M83 "Teen Angst" from Matthew Frost on Vimeo.

The walk to school

Whether or not anyone finds me attractive,...

I'm still happy.

It's a sunny 50 degree day during stick season in VT.

I've got a book report on Bipolar depression due tomorrow.

I'm singing in a talent show tonight.

I ate two amazing chocolate chip cookies yesterday.

I have a bunch of nomenclature questions due in organic chem tomorrow.

I ran into Ivy at Shaws.

I'm going to hear latin jazz on Thurs with my roommate.

I'm going dancing with Fran on Sat night.

I have my dreaded Psycho of Stress class on Sun.

I'm wearing tight pants.

It's quiet.

I've been having consistently vivid dreams each night.

I ate a pommelo yesterday.

watching men do pull ups at the gym inspires me to run longer.

this moment and this inner devotion give me all I could ever need.

I'm still happy... :)

Paranoia

Ever since I was little I've experienced a lot of fear, mostly fear of all the horrible things that could go wrong but never do. It's like life is an episode of Dateline or 20/20 behind every unknown.

I used to feel more prepared because of these worries, as if they were intuitive insights. But they never have been. All they've done is create lots of anxiety and paralyzation. And of course many, many awkward moments.

I'm playing with these thoughts, not giving them control and just sitting through the discomfort of the unknown. I'm hoping the unknown is more interesting than the repetitively false dangers in my brain.

So far, so good.

I'm back! Pics Part 2-My favorite walkway