In this space, in this moment I am alone. It's not pleasant, but it's not unbearable either.

I used to be excited about birthdays and new years and would need to be hugged before exams and through pain. I needed people. Now, I find myself turning to writing, to the blog, for catharsis and comfort.

I am exhausted from pretending to be at peace with things; from not telling people what I think because I really have no gumption left for honest talk and confrontations.

In this space, I am true to myself. I am aware of the fact that  for the most time, you just have yourself.