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People are funny things. We are all like little puzzles. We carry around our secrets, desires, our thoughts, and no ones knows our answers.

Sometimes we don't even understand how to solve ourselves. How can anyone ever really know with certainty that we understand their own motives?

Take for instance, tonight. I was looking for new jobs. These jobs however were not close by. They were all over the country. Do I just hate my job that much? Or I am I thinking of running away from something? Honestly, I have no idea. I think I just want a dramatic change. I am tired of not being happy with my life here, and no one is going to change it but myself.

Living to work is not living, and that is what is happening. My actions at night are directly reflected by my day at work. Tired-> Drink -> TV-> Eat-> Sleep ....Repeat.

What kind of bs existence is that?

Time for some change, I am not going to let another fucking job rule me. Fuck depression. I don't have time for it.

I look at some of my friends with no careers. Some actually seem happy. I don't want to be 30 something with regrets. the time is now!!