To be honest, I don't care.
It's not like home is much better.
I want to be out.
Out in the world, not tied down at all.
Travel with a backpack and a hammock.
But I can't find the anger with in myself to leave. I'm not angry, just annoyed at the monotony and the passiveness.
I feel passive. I don't like it, but change is not a passive idea.
I need to be excited about something. Anything. Everything I have to look forward to seems so distant, and...
And my tummy is restless.