Daily post
People after people changing. Molding themselves to fit into the idealist criterions. Each of them leaving, making me wondering why? only to come back? Why lying to me under the stars describing how beautiful the daylight is? I know I sound broken but hell with it. A new gadget gives us more joy than new beautiful moments with beautiful people. Things have become necessities and people luxuries, choices. And so I have evolved too. I've lately not been writing for a reason as simple as I'm not able to write. Like too full to vent maybe. Developed this strange aversion for people, things and precisely social networking. I'm liking staying withdrawn and in my safe shell. Like hating everybody around me for no reason. And it's not a phase because its been as long as months this way. This disbelief in people is nothing new but now it seems more permanent. Wrecked. Nothing like I don't have people to confide in just that it doesn't amuse me anymore. Never knew being