no man is an island.

one month later my heart still breaks when I think about my summer and how much I wish I could be on that island. Everyone around me has a clear idea of what they're doing and its something exciting.
I'm jealous.

This morning he pointed out to be how much I've changed and I hadn't even realized how much I have changed until that moment. 

My eyes filled with tears mourning this person that I was. An emotionally vacant, unavailable person who wanted to see the world and didn't care as hard. 

Now it seems as though I care too much. I love too hard. 

I keep looking at certain people and finding myself feel an overwhelming surge of love for them. Love is the only way I know how to describe the feeling. 

I did a scene in acting class that went poorly but at the same time it was the most real I felt in a long time acting because I feel the exact same way the whore Cherie does. 

"That's just it! Maybe, I don't know what love is. Maybe I'm expecting it to be something it ain't. I just feel that regardless of what you feel for some guy you gotta feel....and I don't know how to put it into words but you gotta feel like.... he respects you. Yeah. That's what I mean."

If I was on that island I think I would be able to find a balance between who I am and who I was.

but who knows. Maybe I'm wrong.