Slightly Bedraggled

Have you ever found a place you just seem to...Fit in to? A place where your thoughts seem suddenly clearer yet less important? Stearing at the waves crash over the rocks out in bodega bay is where I run to when things are getting hazy. It may be pitch black, freezing cold, but the sounds, smells and feelings seem to carry what I can't remember from sight. I realized out there tonight that I'm not really happy, Not even remotely happy anymore. It may be work and it may be home, but I find myself daydreaming more than once about traveling to some far off place, away from anything retail or Howell. Do I feel slightly like a bad person for wanting to ditch my life as it is rather than work to make it better....Yeah, but right now, I'm not excatly sure if I can handle dealing with anything.