Peculiar

Ain't it funny how you can plan and plan, and then it just never happens?
How you can start a day with all the good intentions in the world, and then *poof* it turns around in all the wrong directions. Every which way you don't want.

I suppose it's like being the odd one out. The one who has the funny accent and the awkwardness. The moments you feel you have finally reached a breaking point. Then the next moment you feel you have gone back in time.

And sometimes I’m not exactly sure that you move on from the things of your past, the people, the routines. It’s just that you find some other way to adapt to those things that are there. You find some other way to live within what’s going on. Another way to live with all that surrounds you. And every once in a while you can look back to what you once did, who you once were, who you were surrounded by. And it's just different. Perhaps it's not exactly better, not exactly worse. It's just different.

And it's not that you don't miss what you once had, and it's not like you long for it. It's just different.