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I’m getting kind of tired of Kalamazoo. Definitely getting itchy feet and I’m not sure where I want to go next. Don’t get me wrong, this is a cool city. But it is still inside this damn mitten.
I find myself growing rather apathetic as well. I used to wear my heart on my sleeve and my spirit on the outside. Now I just sort of dwell in this 24 year young shell to get away from the Hell that is society. I just want to fall in love, move into a cottage, read epic novels and drink fine wines every night by firelight. And when the bomb sirens go off in the distance, at least I’ll be where I long to be. But I can’t even get through the first step in that conceptual sequence of events. lordy lordy lordy….what a tumultuous existence I’ve created. But I know I’m not the only one.
I find myself growing rather apathetic as well. I used to wear my heart on my sleeve and my spirit on the outside. Now I just sort of dwell in this 24 year young shell to get away from the Hell that is society. I just want to fall in love, move into a cottage, read epic novels and drink fine wines every night by firelight. And when the bomb sirens go off in the distance, at least I’ll be where I long to be. But I can’t even get through the first step in that conceptual sequence of events. lordy lordy lordy….what a tumultuous existence I’ve created. But I know I’m not the only one.