The urge to run, the restlessness, the heart of stone I sometimes get, the things I do for foolish pride, the me that's never satisfied...

I find it rather pathetic that my life has been so stressful/ blah lately that when I just went on facebook and discovered that all my bumper stickers had been erased...I nearly cried. Seriously? I am so sick of being so un-freaking-satisfied with everything. I am finall getting control of some finanical stuff, moved out of my house, moving into my new place next week. it just...never seems enough. I'm trying to make it all be enough, but I can't seem to. I am really sick of a lot of things the way they currently are. I have always been so fucking hard on myself about everything. I try to cut myself some slack, and realize that the mere fact that I am worried about the things I am worried about means that I am a decent person. I just...don't like the person I think I am sometimes. I want to not like some people I like, and I want to like some people I seemingly dont, because there is no real reason for both. I want to stop kicking myself in the ass for wanting things to be even remotely close to the way they used to be. I want things to actually get back to that. I want to not be so bitter. I want alot of things.