Today I realize, I have lost everyone in this battle of fighting with myself. When I was struggling with my emotions, everyone around me left. They left because they felt I was behaving psychic. They left because I didn’t have more capacity to fake out that I was happy. They left because I was not in the condition to hold them and pull them back to me.
I realized that I didn’t hold on to anyone, because there was no one to hold on to me. No one to tell me where I was wrong, No one to tell me that I need to change my path, No one to attribute that I was as normal as other happy faces, No one to catch my hand that my life will be as simple as before, No one to shout at me that “I’m not alone”
I’m still struggling to accept that this No one can make me someone. Someone who will hold on to her own self, someone who will figure out the path change on her own, someone who will hold on to fact that she is normal, someone who will hold on that her life is simple and someone who would shout to herself that “I’m not alone”
