Restlessness.

Sometimes I want to pack a small bag and start walking in a direction and never look back. For some of my friends, their restlessness takes them to exotic places across the ocean, but for me, I just crave for anything new, mundane or exotic. I'm stuck now, fighting my way to the finish of my degree before I'm free to wander. The frustration from this forced stasis has lead to many addictions and ill thought out actions. Many of these things are what my father calls mistakes, and even though they hurt me in some way, I hesitate to call it such. Every experience in life shapes you, and I learn from them (at least I hope that I do), good or bad, sad or happy. It just takes living one day to the next. Tonight is one of those hard nights, and I find myself picking and choosing one of those addictions, hoping that when I wake up tomorrow morning, I'll feel less damaged and that restless frustration will be alleviated, however briefly.

Good night and good luck to all.