Departure;;

Gotta keep moving. Gotta keep going. Gotta keep searching. Gotta find something.

Yet I never do. I never find anything worth leaving everything I've ever known. I never can stay long. I need to keep leaving. Moving. Settling somewhere new. ?But I guess it really isn't settling then, is it?

Yea, I know. I'm only nineteen. I know I have so much ahead of me. All I need to do is wait. But patience is but a virtue I don't have. I'm very impatient. Dissatisfied. My thirst for something new can never be quenched. My hunger for change, never satiated. I'm not entirely okay with this fact. I've just accepted it. It hasn't changed in nineteen years. Why would it change now? It won't. It. Just. WON'T. But that's alright, I suppose. Even if I stay for something, it will only go sour, and the memories will fade and become bitter. That's when I smile to myself, say "Fuck it," brush away the lingering emotions and images, and move on. I push whatever I have witnessed, what I have experienced, into a box in the darkest back corner of my mind; the walk away gets easier with each time it happens.

I'm just not sure when I'll leave for good and never come back.