I missed 11:11.

I don't necessarily have anything to say, but I noticed I haven't written in this yet today. But then again, I never really have anything to say. And at the same time, I have the world (Or at least my world) bottled up within me. Why is it that it dares to spill out at the most inappropriate times?

Generally speaking, I am a very secretive person. I don't trust easily, but when I do, I trust entirely too much. And I have found, that all of my guards and shields (Of which there are many) go down with the sun. It is as if, with the fading of light, my senses diminish and my inhibitions are lost. Night is to me what alcohol is to you. Isn't that silly?

It is. It is silly. But I would have it no other way.


I have all of these odd and fragmented relationships with people. And they drift in and out of my life so consistently, all of them. But there is no stability there. There is no sense of belonging, of comfort, of forever, or anything close to that. And I'm not sure how to fix that. Why do I grow out of people? Why do I constantly want to leave?

I want to grow roots where I live; I want to have a hometown someday. I want to be stable and constant and I want to settle down. And maybe someday I will. But for now, I think I'm fine leaving it all behind.

My only fear is that I'll go to another town and find that the world is not that big, not that diverse, and that people everywhere are very much alike. Then I will have left everything I knew and cared for behind in order to find... Redundancy.

It's like that one song. Sunday Morning.

"And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew,
That someday it would bring me back to you.
That someday it would bring me back to you."