Sometimes I have the feeling that I’m just about to do something, I’m just about to launch into some great new thing, some new part of my life, perhaps. It may just be the feeling that I can’t stand it any longer NOT doing…something…something worthwhile. But it seems definite, somehow inevitable.
. . .
And then I get over it.
I do nothing, I don’t launch, no new part of my life begins. The nothing worthwhile that I’m currently doing simply continues.
So…definitely NOT definite. Not inevitable.
Fuck.
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