Besides being the title of a great song by one of my favorite bands (Phantom Planet), the title of this posts reflects my current mood. I call it the 3pm panic. I feel like it must have something to do with my digestion, or something, that I always get a panicky feeling around the same time every day.
Roommate got a new job that will be taking her to Philadelphia in the next couple months. I’ve become that bitter friend (but she doesn’t know it). I’m happy for her, but something good in her life is making me look at the lack of good in mine. I’m not miserable, I’m not unhappy, I just am. I’m bumping along, and lately that hasn’t felt like enough. A friend suggested making a list of what I want out of life, so that I can figure out how to get there. The problem might be that I don’t know what I want.
sidenote: Been listening to Michael Buble’s ‘Home’ a lot lately. I want to live in that song and inhabit every single note.
And I’m surrounded by
a million people I
Still feel alone
Let me go home
