All but the columns

I have a feeling I prompt questions in people's heads without meaning to (and definitely without wanting to).
What questions, do I hear you ask?
Well, what would you ask yourself if you saw a classmate or a roommate or a random person on the sidewalk muttering to herself (notice, I said saw, not heard) consistently?

Exactly.

Anyway, life's pretty much what it has been for some time now. And yet, not quite.

Strengths and weaknesses.
Resolutions made every morning, and broken way more frequently - a frequency surpassed only by that with which they are remade.
Hopes. Flimsy little bits of straw.
Depths, peaks, crests, troughs, troughs, peaks.
Moments of blinding anger, searing agony, uninhibited laughter.
Staring at the black print on handouts with unseeing eyes, the mind in five different zones at the same time.
Focus so great, it would burn green leaves on a moonless night.
Cloudless skies, a million constellations, showers without warning.
A little more determination, a little less disparagement. A little less sanity, a little more madness.
Wistfulness.

Oh yes, things haven't really changed around here.

The location - now that keeps changing.