I feel like I'm suspended between two worlds -- with strings attached to both. The old world and the new, pulling on me. What I've always known, and the unknown. How I have lived, and how I could live. Who I am, and who I think I should be...It's like having one foot on a dock and the other in a canoe. Rather precarious. Is it even possible to have the best of both worlds? Or must I be confined to one? For now I hang between. And I can't bring myself to use the scissors.
  ¶ 11:10 PM