Broken Record

I feel like a broken record.

I am ready for something new. Still.

I want to go on a vacation.

I want to move. I don't even care if it's 5 miles away.

I want a real job, or to stay home. Working part time sucks. I hate my schedule.

I wish my best friend wasn't 837 miles away.

I want to be happy most of the time. Not just every once in a while.

I would like to go 48 hours without crying.

I want my dogs ticks to go away.

Blah!