We always fall back into the same patterns, same routine. Call me Becca, Becky, whatever. My existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece. I'll be eighteen in January. I'm photography major. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye. The rest is rust and stardust. http://www.formspring.me/TheSpeciesBecky