I feel like a car with slightly flat tires. The car still runs, but the lack of air in the tires is a drain on both the car and the fuel tank. I'm still functioning, but I'm running on a sad type of energy which is slowly draining me to the point of exhaustion. I need to find a way to fill up my tires.
It's interesting how when I leave, I'm always doing ok, but then the minute I set foot out of the train station and back into Coleraine again, everything crashes. It's like a huge block comes down on top of me and squashes me flat. And then it stays there until the next time I leave again. Over time, I gradually get used to it and can grow to ignore it, but it's still there. Is this part of not being content with where I'm at? Or is it something more?
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