You know how you find some cheesy post somewhere - maybe on a social networking site or on someone's status on chat and you think wow, what were they thinking?

Then you realize that there is that one fleeting moment later in your own life, perhaps rather brief, wherein you remember that cliche thing and feel that whether you like to admit it or not, you relate to it.

A lot of people find comfort knowing that their friends (or maybe significant others or family members) have their back. There is a narcissistic yet satisfying comfort in knowing that you are someone's top priority. Then you wake up one day and figure that you were wrong because given who we are and where we are today, everyone is too busy fighting their own battles to help you fight yours.

The cheesy post that I saw a long time ago was a picture of a kid wearing a Superman T-shirt. The caption under it read "Sometimes, you have to be your own hero."

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.