I've been having a lot of Thoughts lately; bad ones, dangerous ones that have me picking up and going out west by the end of the summer. I'm not miserable, like the last time these kind of feelings reared their ugly head, just antsy.

I just want OUT. And I'm tired of waiting. And it feels like I'm being tricked, settling down without Settling Down. Because I want to be Settled, I want that so bad it hurts sometimes. But this is not it. It is very much like it, but it is not. It.

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