surprisingly alone.
It’s weird, being alone–i tell you.
for the longest time, i was part and parcel of the whole universe, i was at the core of it…the center of the whole spectrum that was the planet and the stars. but then–like Pluto–I feel like a perpetual outsider. as planets and people collide, in my parallel universe, i walk alone and on my own.
there are days when the feeling just becomes so unbearable. everyday, i haul my carcass to my office–tired, bones aching and brain a thousand miles away from where it should be. it’s sad. while at work, the highlight of my day is to list all the things that i should finish for the day–then cross each one out as i go from one task to another. i don’t know if i am sick, desperate or both. all i know is that i’m lonely…so freaking lonely.
everynight, when the feeling’s just so unbearable–i cry endlessly. on the phone while talking to my long-suffering boyfriend; as i sleep, laying on my bed; while writing on my journal. i cry, i so damn cry.
ever felt so alone in spite being around so many people? i do…i always do now. as i laugh and make people laugh their heads off, inside me–there’s just indifference. i do know that i am amidst good people–and i am thankfully to have met them, but still i can’t explain why there are times when i just clam up and feel like a thousand miles away from where i was.
maybe, this is just a phase…i really don’t know.
but i just don’t wanna be alone anymore.
