A part of me died today. Probably, for the fourth time. How many parts make me is a question I cannot answer. I think I expect a little too much from life or do I? I know myself much better than anyone else. I know that I was always cheerful. That person probably died a long time back. I dont know if anyone will ever understand me. I dont want to keep anyone unhappy. I, probably, dont mean the same thing they mean to me. I feel worthless. I feel alone. I feel like a nobody. I should have died all those times when I was so near death. It would have been much better then, than to face so many parts of me dying slowly before my ultimate death beckons me. Until then, I continue to kill a part of me every time.
Disclaimer: This is a very negative post. It doesn't, in anyway, concern me inspite of the suicidal weather we have here. This is just a part of some manuscript am working on. :)
*As a part of Ultimate Blog Challenge !
hahahaha good you cleared it is not your life I could only imagine what those mean friends of yours would have made out of this :P :P
ReplyDeleteLol..true :-)
DeleteI was going to give you some life related gyaan and other fundas which normally other friends or people do when you feel like that but that Disclaimer line changed my narrow eyebrows to wide eyebrows with a smile on face. Lol!
ReplyDeleteI would have liked to see that look on your face Ankit. :)
DeleteP.S. I don't know why my disclaimers are liked more than my post.