Sometimes i talk to myself. Sometimes, i feel that the only person in the world who could understand me is me. So i find a place where i can be alone, light a cigarette, and make conversations with myself. It’s lonely, yes. But there are times that everything seems idiotic and everyone sounds retarded and i need someone to talk to that makes sense. And it’s sad that i can’t find anyone who could fill the void, hence i try to fill it up myself. I hope i could meet someone who can comprehend me, someone who could follow my train of thought. Because when I realize that i live alone in my world, it’s just so desolate.

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