The more I think about it...the more it bothers me. This elusive thing that I can't quite describe...my skin crawls quietly under my flesh. It keeps me from sitting still, calmly, and relaxing within my space. I don't know what to do with this uneasy feeling...or how to redirect its energy toward something far more productive.
I feel like an 8 year old that just got a puppy I didn't ask for...what do I do with it?
Background Tune: "Help, I'm Alive" by Metric
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