I am unhappy and I don't know why. I have a life that many would wish for-a full time job, a nice home, i travel, i socialize, opportunities, people i love and people that love me. Yet, i find myself at the end of the night just simply stuck. I get angry so easily with people that are good to me and i am so damn forgiving to someone who doesn't give a shit about me. I live in a large room with a full size bed, 14 hangers, 2 large duffle bags (one being used as my laundry basket), and a box of "stuff". I wake up every morning, waiting. Waiting for my next move. Waiting for the right time. Waiting for the next chapter. Responsibilities suck and i dream of dropping everything and leave. And then the alarm rings at 7:50 every morning to snap me back to reality that this is what I am bounded to do. This is it. For now, this is it.
This, is not enough.
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