It's getting to me.

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"All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking." - Nietzsche

So thats what I did, took a walk.

And all I could come up with is that the world is too big for me to just sit back and let lives go by without me. I wanna go with those lives. I feel as if I'm going nowhere here. Sure I travel an hour every weekend to spend time with people I enjoy, but I want to stay with those lives and experience more.

I work, I sleep, and anticipate the weekend more than any person really should. I miss things everywhere else. When I'm gone from this place I don't miss a thing except maybe half my family. I'm not working with this family either. I'm a burden here, yet I'm stuck. Actually stuck.

I really wish I could get out and start life in Cali again. I'm not happy here, and I try too. I try to make it work, I try to be happy here. My friends are sick of hearing how much I hate this place, My mum is sick of me hating this house, My stepdad is sick of me, I'm sick of it all. And I am generally a happy person too.

I wanted to keep walking into yet another life. Ha my life story: make another life. Only problem is this time there is no life being made. I have no one to talk to here.

What to do, what to do...

I need something to keep me going.

somebody run away from the world with me?