But she breaks just like a little girl

I don't know what to do with my life. I really don't. And the movies or books or cliches of a wandering 20-something suddenly make sense. There is just this feeling of unrest and opportunity at the same time bubbling in side of me. Like I could do anything in the world if I wanted to but I have no idea what I want to do.

It's not like I'm lost. I know right where I am. I just don't know why. The reasons that I had for getting here have either changed entirely or have been forgotten and I wish that I could come up with a few better ones. But what really would change if I did? What if I knew exactly why I was doing what I'm doing now in the job in the neighborhood with the friends with the life "and blah, blah, blah" (to quote S and G)? Would my day to day life change? Or would just my outlook be a little different? Am I looking for peace? Lots of things could give me that, ranging from a few stiff drinks or a good nap or a fulfilled sense of purpose. I just don't think that inner peace is a good enough reason for me right now.

Maybe it's a God-sized hole in my heart. Which makes me wonder how He got out of there what with the security system its got on it. Well, if you see him, tell him to get back in there, we've been worried about him.

Also of note: Note to self: You are going to write every day (NO EXCEPTIONS) for the next year, and you can reward yourself by buying a 360 and Halo 3, because it might be out by the time you finish your goal.

Additional note to self: Remember to set overly ambitious goals that you will feel guilty for missing later.