Let it Bleed

My worlds are colliding and I’m spinning in the aftermath. There is only one equation that seems to matter in my physical world right now, and it is this: 

NC < NYC.  

Simply, my North Carolina internships don’t mean shit to people in New York City offices. 

I forgot about how North-easterner’s tend to think anyone below the Mason Dixon line lack a single tooth in their head. My path is going to be much more brambly than I thought. 

Am I up for the challenge? I better be. I’m feeling a lot like this though: 

Occupational stress aside, there’s an internal mess to combat. I’m so disconnected, every time I look down another one of my limbs is hanging on it’s hinge. Maybe it’s because I’m at the ripe age of twenty-nothing, in a world that neither wants to fully take me in or throw me out. 

Or I never did cry when I left my home and my friends. I never did cry when I realized that the man I had loved was only a phantom. Maybe it’s these suppressed emotions, scratching at the inside of my veins to let them bleed out. 

But bleeding is for the weak, right?