why should i settle for less than i want?

lately i feel like i'm stuffing everyone's eardrums (not to mention countless empty spaces in my day) with glum mumbles. i've been using 'fickle' and 'jaded' to describe myself ever since i learned what they meant.

more often than is comfortable lately, i've been going through periods of withdrawing further into myself. my friends are great, work is good, life is nice. but i can't settle for just great or nice or good. i want to move to a city i can properly explore and meet people with stories, who genuinely like the same things i like and have something to teach me. i want to be in awe and i want to stop recycling moments. i want to breathe easy.

what i mean is, i want to start over. at the same time, there's a tiny list of aspects i want to keep-- not for comfort or security, but because i can't presently wrap my mind around being through with them. not just yet..

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