Going back home and then coming back to Philly has kind of messed with my head.

When I am back home, I am warped back to the time before college, before all of these new experiences happened, etc. And I feel kind of sad. Did I lose some piece of myself when I came into college, or did I lose it at some point during my stay here?

I had different beliefs and morals. I had a whole different lifestyle; it was much more innocent and I didn't carry so much responsibility.

I'm not sure what to do with myself. I don't know if I should keep going forward or revert back and be happy with what I've had happen so far. Will it make my art go where I want it to if I kept pushing forward? I don't really know.

Now I am back in Philly and I feel quiet.
I don't know who I am or am going to be, or where I stand. I hope this doesn't become a longterm problem.