"People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone "



Yesterday before work (oh yeah, I have a wonderful new and for the first time well paying job as a Neurological Recovery Technician) basically working with truamatic brain injuried patients....well before work I decided to visit good 'old belle isle for some self reflection and solitude (which i've been getting a lot of anyways)

Standing out on the fishing pier, I broke down and cried. As my tears fell and mixed in with the waves of the Detroit River I suddenly realized that  I was leaving behind a piece of me or a piece of my life that was important and moving into a new chapter or phase in this story of my life. I'm scared. Scared for the uncertinity of school. Scared for the those that I may never talk to again. I feel alone in my desperation. I know I should be fortunate for a new job and the fact i'm continuing classes at wayne, but I feel uncomplete and perplexed about what is troubling me.

And the only real person I can discuss this with is this stupid journal. Perhaps I AM the old man in the sea. Just me and the fish. Alone (yet content?) in my adventures.