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Sometimes I just want to give or sell all of my crap and live all over. Work just enough to live and get to the next place. Then, I remember that it's too late for that. It makes me a little sad that life is so hard. Work work work. Fit everything else in after. Not a lot left after. Don't get me wrong, today is a good day. I just have this burst of energy that wants just the bare necessities, and my tech devices (Haha) and to get the fuck out. Roam.