I have this persistent, gnawing feeling of listlessness brought on by my sudden need to move on. I feel like somehow, this is only as far as I could go. No more, No less. I’m happy but not really content and being the greedy little fucktard that I am, I feel like I’m missing something. Something that I could never get if I stay.
I guess what I’m saying is that what if I could be happier somewhere else? Maybe I wanted more than being content in this quaint little lifestyle I’m used to. More than being happy, I want glory, I want meaning, I want change. I want to know I’m going somewhere, not running around in circles and playing fetch with the white nepotists.