Restless

I have never in my life felt so much like I want to run away.

I want to get on a plane to Europe and backpack across it.  Maybe see Australia while I'm at it.  I just can't shake the sense of wanting to be anywhere other than here.

I am disappointed

I'm disappointed in people who claim to be friends but then deliberately do things to hurt and degrade me.

I'm disappointed in people who make assumptions about me and then don't even bother trying to find out if they're true or not.

I'm disappointed in people who don't stand up for what they believe is right.

I'm disappointed in the callousness of people.

I'm disappointed that the guy I like doesn't like me back.

I'm disappointed that I don't know what I want to do with my life.

I'm disappointed in myself for not really trying to achieve the goals that I set.

I'm disappointed in some of the relationships that I have, even though I know it's partly my fault.

I'm disappointed that so many people don't seem to understand me.

I'm disappointed that I'm not happier.

Life has been better.