Or is it?! Is it really, if I don’t have anyone to share it with?!
With all the wishes swarming my way from yesterday up till now, I’ve felt more down than they have lifted me. And for once, I know exactly why. For once I know what is bothering me deep down inside.
When I came to Lahore, I didn’t make any friends here. Because, one; I’m an introvert who loves to be alone and second because most people I’ve encountered here are back stabbing, lying lunatics. And I’m not sorry that I didn’t make any friends because I love to steer clear of all the drama these people bring. And these trivial things become such a heartache. Certainly not worth it.
Yes, I love to be alone. being alone recharges me; keeps me sane. It’s just being lonely that hurts like hell. A day like today, is sadly a reminder of what lovely things I have left behind me in the city I loved so much. It brings a smile on my face and at the same time, it clenches my heart in a suffocating grip. And yes, I’m grateful for all the friends I have, who love me, but are too far away. And like any other pathetic human being, I wish, they were here with me today, physically, instead of this virtual connection we share. But I guess, this is a burden that I must alone bear……
I’ve been thinking about writing a book; a novel of some sort. Or a collection of short stories perhaps, on wattpad. Today might be a great day to start. What do you say?
Until next time…….
P.S: I think I’m finally ready to part with the story I wrote and fell in love with.
Hint: look for my next post ❤