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I feel weird. My ribs feel too tight and it's hard to breathe. Stress?
I can't wait to leave this place. Even though I'm scared of where I'm going.
My whole life seems to work in pieces of coming and going, and I always thing a change will solve it all.
And I always think that finally, this time, I have things figured out.
I want to tell myself that's the past, but that's so far how everything has been characterized - calling all of those things over and done, and telling myself I'm at the place I wanted to be at, everything I was wrong about is right now, and I've figured it all out and solved it.
I don't know if it works that way.
I don't know if I work that way.
But what else can I do?
I'm tired of feeling trapped and running away. I try to break the cycle but just prolong it.
But here it comes.
One more new beginning. God fucking damn it.
I miss sailing so much it hurts. I want my boat... I want to be on the ocean.
I can't wait to leave this place. Even though I'm scared of where I'm going.
My whole life seems to work in pieces of coming and going, and I always thing a change will solve it all.
And I always think that finally, this time, I have things figured out.
I want to tell myself that's the past, but that's so far how everything has been characterized - calling all of those things over and done, and telling myself I'm at the place I wanted to be at, everything I was wrong about is right now, and I've figured it all out and solved it.
I don't know if it works that way.
I don't know if I work that way.
But what else can I do?
I'm tired of feeling trapped and running away. I try to break the cycle but just prolong it.
But here it comes.
One more new beginning. God fucking damn it.
I miss sailing so much it hurts. I want my boat... I want to be on the ocean.