Since I've been home, I haven't been the same. I think somethink very small and irreplaceable gave way while I was in Germany. Personality traits that defined me, interests that ruled me, and philosophies that governed my dayily perceptions...have all changed a little. I have lost an important piece of myself, and I don't know the shape size or color to go about a proper search for it. I have been waiting patiently for it to return. I have tried to bully it back with irresponsibility and a little alcohol over the past few weeks, but to no avail. Suddenly the soundtrack of my life has been paused. The tolling tides have ceased. I just can't find it in me to care about what was once so important and I can't seem to stop neurotically obsessing over trivial matters. Bizzarre.