That feeling thats settling on me is all too familiar...and oh so unwanted. Frustration? No. Boredom? No. Restlessness? Probably. Jaded. All too much. I just don't understand why. I should be feeling happy...block leave is in a week, Mum's booked ticket's to Japan and we fly just hours after I ORD, and that long awaited event is drawing nearer and nearer and yet still so far.
I somehow feel that there's something bottled up...stuck inside me...and i can't get it out. No one to share it with...well not exactly. But...somehow friend's even those with best preceding them just don't seem right. I'm looking for somebody almost exactly in the mould of Depeche Mode's Somebody. An intellectual peer of the opposite gender. Apparently that is very very hard to find. Maybe because i'm not. I'm willing to fall, but not willing to search. Given up? Don't know...don't think so. Bloody hell... I'm almost down into que sera mode. Should I? Maybe...yeah