It is a little hard to describe, but I guess I'm feeling a bit restless, and bit like everything the same - and a bit like...really what's the point? Do you ever feel like that? Then I spend a million hours working and being so busy there is no time to reflect until 8pm at night. Then I do a million things around the house, and again don't think about things - except in the background there is this weird kind of feeling bubbling away.
I think things need to change. Maybe I'll let it when I'm ready?