Bent the wrong way!

It is hard to believe so many things. Things you had been denying, for so many reasons. Not that you don’t know what they actually are, but because you can’t take the pain anymore. The pain of being segregated. Knowing that you are so used to being tore apart by people you are the closest to. People you assume to be your best of friends. Life is a bitch, I totally agree to this statement. I have been pulled up, stepped into, thrown out. And what apparently I do? I cling to the beings, who just don’t care, if I even manage to survive. Have I broken them? Have I been so bad? Have I hurt them? What have I done? I just have no answers to these questions, just like I have no answers to my own questions. For me my fallacy is better than the harsh reality, which I can hardly take. I am afraid, afraid to be convinced that I have been left out. Maybe I am not worth any of them, maybe I am too low. But is it that, I am not at all worth even a single one of them?

I still stick to the phrase, life is a bitch, when you just can’t take the fact that you are on your own. Just a shallowness and emptiness inside amidst the largest of crowd!