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IF ANYONE STILL READS THESE OBSCURE, QUIET THOUGHTS, MY GUESTBOOK HAS FINALLY BEEN FIXED.
My submersed constant feeling of agitation and edginess is emerging more lately.
My life is out of alignment.
I am not satisfied with my life right now. And my frustrations and disappointments with people is simply kindling my widespread dissatisfaction with everything -- it mirrors my own frustrations and disappointments with myself.
I am 26 years old. The older I get, the more I chaff with the logic of "just doing enough to get through the day". Getting older is not pacifying me or mellowing me down.
The fear of the unknown, change, and failure that has otherwise restrained me somewhat is becoming neutralized -- but the inertia that has taken its place is taking a toll on me psychologically.
The idea of at least getting an Associates Degree and the time required for it is becoming an unbearable thing. I am not getting more patient with age, but more impatient with age.
And I don't want to be in Salt Lake City anymore either.
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