All along I knew I hated these but only till a recent date I realised I have accepted "my kind of life", where I get to bask into my own little grey dimension. Surprisingly, I seemed to be enjoying it. It isn't as bad as one thought would be, as matters on the surface tend to mature in a while and go easy.

I'm feeling the loner-kind-of-thing nowadays and I'm starting to hate people around me. I hate smiling. I hate crowds. I hate communicating with people. I hate looking into people's eyes.

Maybe I will catch a movie alone this weekend, and stroll along the riverside where I can hear the breezes and enjoy the scenaries, all by myself.

I'm sorry but yes, I just want to be alone.

When the night meets the morning sun