There are days when I just want to put everything down, pack a kitbag with an extra pair of jeans, a hoodie and extra socks, and just leave. Screw money, screw debt, screw responsibility, screw comfort zone, screw the shitty little pot hole that I've somehow landed in. I can't catch a break no matter how hard I try, I just keep getting shot down, ass backwards over a flight of stairs at the same time. I know eventually things will turn around for the better, and that where I am right now could always be a shitload worse. I'm just getting sick of waiting for that lovely little window of oportunity to pop up so I can crack it open and escape.