I'm sick of a lot of things. Comfort. Living in unnecessary comfort. I hate it. And then I find myself going back on my words and being a hypocrite. I just have to grow the guts to rid my life of selfish habits. Throw it all away. I'm ready to do things. Good, selfless things. It's what I need right now. I just have to stick to my word.

I'm really frustrated. Maybe that's all I want to say. I get so tempted to do something insane, like run away for a week. But that would never work. I have obligations. And restrictions. Which suck.
I think maybe my frustration stems from being stuck on what could have been. I hate it. It hurts. It keeps gnawing at my brain. I need to calm down.