I've been thinking,

About all the failures that i've collected in my short existence on this planet and maybe I'm finally learning to accept that I don't need to know what exactly what I want to do with my life yet... it's been this struggle to figure out what I want to accomplish, almost even little things in life are a hard decision at this point.

To many breakdowns and too many daydreams have landed me here. Stuck in this town that I feel no acceptance toward. It's almost like having a constant stomach ache that never goes away. A gnawing at the back of my mind about wanting what's best for ME but not caring about the other people around me.

I've decided that I'm gonna move to seattle.

End of story.