some times i think i'm never going to be happy with anything. i live three blocks, three friendly happy vacation like blocks to the beach. and yet, i anticipate our next move. i blame the unsettled feelings on the lack of new friends, the yearning for old ones, the inability to find a proper hamburger. but it's simply that i want more. i always want more, and when i've found enough i need more of what i've found.

i don't think this is a bad thing, but i will never settle, and i will always want more.