mindless self indulgence.

It was around this time last year that I finally deleted the livejournal that I had been (infrequently) keeping since the age of about fifteen or  sixteen. I had deleted the contents on more than one occasion and felt that it had run its course. However quite recently I have been itching to write a few things down, for myself to read and reflect on rather than anybody else, however creating a user-name for that site is easier said than done and so I have arrived here

I currently feel stuck in a very peculiar place. I am content, or as content as I ever feel, and yet I still feel very restless. I quite desperately want something to happen, though what that something is I have no idea; plus I just want that something to fall into my lap as it were, and that seems unlikely to happen. I am hoping that this feeling will diminish as I make up my mind what to do in May, but it is presently rather agitating.