One day I woke up and I just felt okay. It was as if my mind and body have got enough and they decide to not care anymore.

The stinging pain of loneliness feels familliar and comforting. If I have to live everyday like this till I leave this planet, I know that I will be fine. It seems somehow better than engaging with unkind people and the profound sick values of the society we live in nowadays.

I'm not saying that good people don't exist. In fact, there are a lot of them in my life right now. Yet for some unknown reasons, I just can't connect with them the way I used to. I spend time around my best friends and family but I feel like only I hold these dark and deranged thoughts within my mind; and none of them would ever understand the depth of my loneliness even if I try to explain.

Old connections fall away, reach out for new ones is so painful. This has brought me here, so numb to the pain that I've made peace with spending the rest of my days in solitude. Perhaps it was destined to be this way.