What I Really Meant to Say...

It appears I stayed up all night, writing journal entries/backstory for my character, Zen.

It may not be healthy, but if I'm thinking about Zen, I'm not thinking about myself.

If I'm busy creating her world, I don't have to think about the shambles of my own.

If I'm consumed with understanding how she felt, I can try to forget how I feel.

It's not all like that, though. Zen has insecurities, and failings. She's had troubles in her past, and comes with her fair share of damage... some of it projected from my past, and my life... onto her.

But it's all just so much easier to process, to understand... when it's someone else.
When I can just... be somebody else.

Is it Sunday yet?