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I wasn't happy there and I'm not happy here so I'm looking for somewhere else to go. Oh, of course, of course that means I'm running from something. As if, if I could only identify the unidentifiable plague then I would suddenly grab that happiness that has eluded me for so long. Like that search is so easy, like I could just click on my happiness any time I wanted and that I'm just choosing to be lonely and miserable. If I'd just give up the fight to find some place to make me happy, if I'd just settle for whatever's convenient, settle for less, yeah, then I'd be happy. Yeah, obviously that's how life works, it's just and fair and perfect. Maybe it is and I just can't see it, but it's not.