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Sigh. I've reached a very annoying part of my life. It seams that lately nothing goes the way I want it to EVER. It's not really that lost/confused feeling anymore, just sort of like, general frustration. It's mostly my falt though, I never actually spend any time on any of the things I say I want. Like a girlfriend or fixing up my porsche or my health or a clean house/neat yard ect. Also, that fucking wanderlust keeps coming back. I keep telling myself that can't run from my problems, that I need to fix them instead of escape. Some how though, I always find myself thinking that if i could just get away from it all, everything would be better.
but nothing ever is
but nothing ever is