Life

Life

Just another one

My story? It's not different than others, I guess. I am at the stage of adulting when everything seems weird and puzzling. All my life, I've thought if I keep it simple, life will treat me better, in a generous way. But I was wrong! Maybe, it's not life, maybe it's me but I don't know. You are not allowed to express what you feel, you have to be this strong, pseudo-human being that you should find suffocating. At least, I feel suffocating. You have to restrain from showing how vulnerable you are because, gosh!people gonna make you feel more vulnerable. I have noticed people have this weird tendency to yearn for something they can't get. In case they get the person or thing, they no longer possess that same desperation they showed earlier. I know, these are all signs of heartbreak. And, it's true, my tiny heart which is biologically impossible to break, if it broke, I would have been dead by now, has been broken. It has been crushed to infinite virtual pieces that I cannot even find anymore. You know, what hurts most? That I have been vulnerable, that I have shown the crude self of mine. The more I am seeing around me, the more I am noticing, it's considered to be a sign of weakness. I am seeing, people are all about showmanship, busy in portraying the best life, the best versions of themselves and they do feel happy about that. I am confused what should I do? Because clearly, no one cares about simple. Life's going to punch harder no matter how much I try to keep it simple. I guess, there's nothing simple

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