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I'm restless and ****** off but ****** off isn't even really right because I'm not angry, I'm just not remotely content. Frustrated, but it's more than that and I'm unable to put into words the inability to fake more enthusiasm or happiness. I'm not ok with where I'm at not just in life, but literally, geographically. I want to pick up and run, run far away, fill up the tank and drive until I'm on empty, and I'm not sure if I'm referring to gas. Where would I end up and could I find some semblance of an adventure there, something to kickstart me back to life.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
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I'm restless and ****** off but ****** off isn't even really right because I'm not angry, I'm just not remotely content. Frustrated, but it's more than that and I'm unable to put into words the inability to fake more enthusiasm or happiness. I'm not ok with where I'm at not just in life, but literally, geographically. I want to pick up and run, run far away, fill up the tank and drive until I'm on empty, and I'm not sure if I'm referring to gas. Where would I end up and could I find some semblance of an adventure there, something to kickstart me back to life.
Amberlynne
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
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