I don't know who even bothers to read what I write in this secluded corner that I have to myself in this huge ass world full of bundles of invisible wires that connect us to each other. (Also read as: social network. Lame, I know, I don't need to be told.)
Here's the thing about me that I have no idea why I even do it to myself sometimes, let alone have the nerve to hurt the ones I love in the process. Imagine this, okay: There's this one person in your life. You love the person. You talk to the person for hours on end. You grow incredibly close to the person. You tell the person everything. You start depending on the person. You start investing a lot of time on the person. Well, in simpler words, you get attached.
Getting attached isn't anywhere near bad, but here's where I become the most selfish person you've ever met. (I'm so selfish that I disgust myself.) At the end of all that, after this whole "getting attached" bit happens, I pull away. You know how the waves hit the shore, and then stay there for a while, making the sand it hits wet, and later retract themselves back into the sea? Well, that's a perfect representation of yours truly. I'm a fucking wave.
I would love to delve into this more, but I just lost everything I had in mind to say. Till next time. Lol.
