just look at that girl with lights coming up in her eyes

I think I suffer from chronic dissappointment bc I want every moment of everyday to be different and new and exciting. apparently, life isn't like that all of the time. Sometimes you have to learn to relish the routines, the constants, and the old friends, and learn to take comfort in the, maybe not new or exciting, but definitely good things about your life. It's not that I'm unhappy, bc I'm pretty contet most of the time, it's just that it seems like I'm always trying to find the next rush of emotion or conscienceness or thought. I dunno I guess it's something I have to work on.