Is it just me or do the days seem longer, and.. less exciting? Things that used to make me so happy, or help me get through the days just... don't seem to do the job anymore. I am so ready for change, ready for something new to come along. I'm blessed beyond belief for what I've got, but... something seems to be missing. Something always seems to be missing.
It's funny how I try so hard, but I'm never entirely satisfied, or happy. Why do I have high expectations? Why build myself up for the let down? It's quite something to think about. But who knows, i've always been that way. I just want a getaway, a night or two that I can remember for years to come with someone (or some few) that I love oh so dearly. It's driving me insane how much I want/need... something!
People aren't who they used to be, things aren't the way they should be, and I.. well, I'm still a little out of place, I'm guessing.
I'm going to take some time to sort out what it is exactly I'm going to do before I go completely insane.