Bad things happen. It's part of life. Everyone gets their share of misfortune. That means those problems of his weren't that special, right?

That's why James likes to take those late-night walks. A time where he can breathe. A time where he can forget about the loneliness and life. All the random stresses, all the social events that make him feel miserable, it's a good time to reflect.

His life was a rinse and repeat cycle, just like that, until that pony showed up.

This is a new format of writing that I'm trying out, I'm not sure how long this will be. Expect wholesomeness.