One of those days.

Alone. Don't get me wrong, I like being alone. Though I've come to accept that walking alone is inevitable in life. Yes, you're bound to make friends along the way to make the journey easier but someway, somehow, you will always end up alone.

It's like wearing you're favorite jeans everyday. Too much of a good thing is also bad. As much as I cherish and love my jeans. The patch of weird blue that mysteriously got there one day after laundry day. The way the white lines always curves weirdly at your calves and even though you know it's a factory defect, you like them anyway cause you just paid good money on them so they're the best jeans in the world no matter what everyone says. The memories embedded in them. Some embarrassing, but days you will never forget.

Using the same thing every single gawd damn day. The day will come when you grow tired of it ALL and yearn for something new. You will want a new pair of jeans. Having gotten tired of the weird cuttings, the dirty imperfection. Much like this whole mess we call life. If only we can just solve it with a little cash and a trip downtown.

Alone. I enjoy my quiet time. I really, honestly do. But tonight I can't help but want something new. I guess its just one of those days. :/