It’s easy to get complacent and comfortable. Having a warm, fuzzy little retreat is pleasant. I’ve certainly fallen into a vicious routine of agreeable living. It kind of sucks. Isn’t some anilingus and some putting your heart and body on the line and some being way out of your comfort zone the best part? Why the fuck not risk everything every once in awhile, if not just to see what you have to lose, to appreciate those comforts. 
Climb something that makes your muscles tremble. Raise your hand to ask that question that causes your pulse to pound triple-speed. Break out of that shell. 

This probably reads like one of those dumb middle school or incomprehensible emo kid blog entries. Really it just means I’m dissatisfied with nothing in particular but everything in general. Lets fight on together, you and me, what say you?