Growing up is never easy. being an adult, we ought to give up so much. not anyone in particular but to life. i feel i will give up very soon. this world consumes a lot of my energy and i am not ready for it . maybe because i have no energy left within. with all the struggle and fights within the world. there is no progression in my thoughts.. no broadening of perception.. no moving forward.. my energy gets wasted in things that holds no value. this is at least i expected from my life. i am not surrounded by the people whom i could ask about life, about something productive. i don't look back at moon anymore. i look at my face into mirror and i feel, i feel nothing. numb, i want to ask myself where i am heading towards. but don't.. i can't because my mind is not healthy enough to ask such questions. is it because of the hormonal disease? or is it just psychological ? i want to believe in the former. i could treat it at least. i have to... people may not understand the changes i am going through. the havoc this disease is causing in my physical and mental being, but at least i know the reason if it's not psychological . what else could a person like me hope for? a reason to know the insanity within.
i am not learning anything that would help me grow as a person. i am tired of all negativity around me. usually i just step back from such people and surroundings. i may be a loner, but i have been a hopeful person. not enthusiastic but little hopeful. that life will be fine.. if not good or best, it will be fine at least. now i don't claim any such thing. i cannot think about life anymore. or maybe, i do not have the stamina for anything such this..for myself or anything else. do you think it worth? a life like this? i want to read through..read and travel. i wanted this year to be full of life and i could do none. no explanations.. no excuses.. i just couldn't..
with this year coming i am not hoping anything beautiful and bright. i am not... because this burden of explanations ruins a lot of things. i just want one thing , that may this year never repeat itself, not even in bits and pieces.