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This place is growing old, boring. Or perhaps i am growing restless. Whatever the case, my outlook concerning this place and this life is growing increasingly bland.

I feel an intense pull to be artistic again, and no acceptable mediums to let it flow to. I want to write music, but i have no means with my current resources. It... sucks.

My friends grow thin. I keep letting certain people fade off, sort of allowing myself the opportunity to disconnect myself. I have one solid friend, Kyle Hoffmann, but as time goes on so does my need to do the same.

I find my mind wandering towards Canadia, and the city there i where i have a few friends. I think the opportunity to go there for a while will soon present itself. But even before i leave to go, i can feel a foreshadow of the pain of leaving. And then to where? Who knows. But as it is now, i am sick of this place.

Trip hop and playstation can't hold a kid forever, you know.

I need an outlet, i need some growth, i need to get the hell out of the bland basic boring conservative town i live in.

god damnit.

And i have a funny feeling i need to learn to spell.