What do you do when the things that once excited you, do so no more? When the things you once looked forward to only make you queasy at best now? I want to surround myself with new things to do, new gregarious people to meet, new shoes to tread the streets on, new food to devour, new sights to see. I want to oust the old and welcome the very much needed "nouveau." I want to feel invincible when I walk, shedding my old layers. I want to be able to escape into myself at least; especially when no other place offers much solace. At this point finding refuge even within my own being is a daunting task. I want to renew my view on life, to refresh what keeps me going. I want to be able to walk into that dark room with pumping music and not think about anything but the bass in my heart. I want to be able to sip that chocolate martini and not think about anything but the sweet richness on my taste buds. I want to be able to read Tolstoy's words and not think about anything but the literary genius before me. I want to be able to walk down the street on a brisk evening and not think about the things that constantly haunt me. I want my mind to just let me be.
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