I've got all this cooped up engery, and I just don't know where it's coming from. Everybody else seems to want to slow down, while I just want to go, go, go. I feel as if I could run across the beach and back, and still feel the need to take a few laps around the house just to calm myself down. I'm always moving, but nothing ever seems to make me tired. I've tried everything. Chamomile before bed, kayaking and then swimming, but I'm still screaming inside:I'm so bored.
I'm so bored.
I'm so bored.
