We must have been in a phase where we felt the most helpless and were at the lowest point in life. Feeling like being alone, locking yourself off from the outside world because we feel the world doesn’t suit us. Trying to think positively by saying all is well. Securing ourselves and pretending to be tough but when no one is looking we will cry in a locked room, even when nothing happens.
Don’t know what the reason is but we hate everything, don’t want to be close to anyone and it’s okay to be alone and it’s okay even if it’s lonely. The wind that blows makes us sigh several times a day. Even though the day goes on, as usual, it feels very hard to live with. But still force yourself to go through the day assuming nothing happened. In the end, we are locked in the world we want to live in and isolate ourselves from the outside world and cry every night when no one is looking. Those of us who are like that keep trying to entertain ourselves by lying to ourselves.
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