We go for walks now, after classes, before dinner. We go up into hills, down into villages, and off the roads all together to look at shrines nestled into the sides of banyon trees. Tomorrow there is a chance we'll have tea.
My mind keeps wandering during class. I write letters, draw my name in block and bubble style, take notes I can't read later on, and raise my hand when I have a question - I doubt anyone notices.
The days either seem exciting or like something to just get through. I can at least say the latter for some of the classes and this paper which is due next week.
I'm not getting enough hugs here. Talk about "wanting" and "alone".... It's physically painful. No head hugs from Nora, no reach across car hugs from Rachel, no monumentous/body lifting hugs from D. nuttin'. Although Taylor says I'm the perfect height for hugging so I might capitalize on that.
I might be getting my nose pierced next week. Because .. why not? I've stopped caring or .. maybe the better word is Worrying about things like that. I know part of me wants to, so I will and the good thing is it will heal in a minute if I take it out.

I haven't sang for over a week now. Perhaps that is the trouble. Or part of it.