And it's hard to describe. This feeling. What you call it? Solitude or loneliness? There is a very thin line right? But that is what make all the difference. The more strong you try to become...the lonelier you get. And that one point...that exact point where you kept it open...someone will come and hit that too. And it's not good. That's the last thing you want from life. Coz after that, there is just no end to it.
Sometimes I wish I had not kept that point open. Should have closed it myself. Why give other a chance to kill you when you yourself can.
It's a rambling I know...but it has to vented out. How but?
I thought I am a good person. A good human being. But then, what defines good? Who define it?
I guess it's coming back. All of it. Some part that held years before. Somewhere. Or it's just the way I am. Some people love pain but don't want to be with it, yet never let it out of them.
Yes, I guess that's what I am. And that's what I'll always be. Until..........
Until.....someday.....I could meet me!