Random thoughts…

I want to write, but don’t know about what. I feel writing will let out my thoughts, but of no use. I’ve too may thoughts going on in my mind hitting each other, like some meteorites in the space. I can’t pick which one’s to pen down. But thinking about them, makes me feel sad. I feel low, I feel bad, I feel guilty, I feel I’m at fault….I feel I’m the most terrible person. People around me don’t know the real ‘Me’. They would hate me forever if they dare know about me. To them, I’m the happy-go-lucky, cheerful person. But they fail to see that it is only a mask concealing the reality.

My eyes are moist but tears refuse to trickle down. I’ve lost my appetite. I wander about in the streets feeling lost. I’m angry with myself, my life. Why am I like this? I feel I’ve just been a burden so far.

But the positive me defends by saying, “Everything happens for a reason” and so I’m in search of the purpose of my existence…