So I finally have something to write here almost 27 months after my first post and boy is it something.
This Tuesday evening I discovered something new about me. I always tell everybody how I find it very difficult to live with other people and hence am better off staying alone. But the moment I unlocked the door of my room on Tuesday evening and went inside, a saddening feeling overcame me and I realized that I have been lying to myself and everybody else until now. I don’t like living alone. In fact, I hate it.
I like having somebody waiting for me when I get home; to know that somebody cares about what time I come home. I realized how lonely I am.
But the most saddening part about all this is that I don’t know how to fix this thing. I just don’t. And that’s sad.