I can feel it. I am turning into a bitter person. I feel alone, and no matter how many people I stay around, how y friends love me, how successful I be, I'll always feel this solitaryness. I look into the mirror and I hate myself and I hate the world.
So maybe the feelings are not so pure afterall. No, I dont hate her. But I hate the world.I hate chance and randomness. Somewhere deep down, I hate myself.
I cant take any jokes or comments she or prachi or harshad or anyone makes. Not any longer. I cant talk to anyone about this. I cant show my feelings.
I feel like I'll be like a ghost walking in the campus. Without that soul, but with the memory of it.
So maybe the feelings are not so pure afterall. No, I dont hate her. But I hate the world.I hate chance and randomness. Somewhere deep down, I hate myself.
I cant take any jokes or comments she or prachi or harshad or anyone makes. Not any longer. I cant talk to anyone about this. I cant show my feelings.
I feel like I'll be like a ghost walking in the campus. Without that soul, but with the memory of it.
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