I hate when the feeling of calmness leaves my body. When I don't feel satisfied with anything. I like to be busy, that's the only way I can feel tired enough not to think about what I really want. I know what I want, but I don't know how to get it. Even though everything I wanted is finally coming to me little by little, I'm not sure if that's what I really want. I can conform easily, I'm easy to please, but I always end up questioning myself if something more would have been better. It's not greedy ambition, only natural ambition--the type of ambition humans are born with.
I want to fast forward 9 months, see where all of this has taken me. See if time has taken its toll on me.
Currenlty listening to: "Let me in" by Hot Hot Heat.
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