I feel neglected.
Everyone’s loving each other. Except me.
Everyone’s fighting one another. Except me.
This cycle of love and hatred is never-ending. It makes you numb to the point of being indifferent as if it was part of your life ever since… Well, wasn’t it? You realize there’s no point in crying anymore, there’s no point in feeling appreciated either. It’s there and seems like it will never go away.
And you know that after some few minutes of talking – or what I consider, exchange of curses – everything will be back to normal. So what’s the point in feeling that there’s something to it, really? Life is plain. It is but a routine until you break away from it. Am I gonna be blamed for desiring to be away? For longing to be alone?
