Went to work, enrolled at the community college, hung out at the library. Nothing that exciting.

I realized today - not really today because I've been thinking about it for months, but I decided to write it today - that I need some sort of connection. To some person or some place. That despite my long time exclamations that I could be alone and needed nobody but myself was wrong. That I'm human just like everybody else and it's natural for us to need other people. To feel connected to things, a part of something or someone.

It's silly, really. We all desire to find that special someone in our lives, someone to love and cherish and all that cheesy stuff, but it clashes with the fact that nothing lasts forever, things get sour and love fades away. Misery loves company but familiarity breeds contempt. Why is it we desire that which we can never attain?