The rain was okay, and I bought some peaches at the Farmer's Market

Some days I can manage to keep my chin up and troop along, pretending to be back in step with this routine that has the suggestion of a way I remember living once. But some days, I just don't see the point. I don't care for drink. I don't care for parties. I don't care for people. I just shut down, close off, pull in, and shut it out. India seems so far away, and my heart feels like it is existing outside of my body in that far away place. It's a devastating feeling, but I must keep on as best I can in the hopes that I am one day reunited with my [non-]self.