I am sorry, mostly to myself.
I have never meant to sound bitter or cold or cruel, but I am, so that's how it turns out. I have turned so cynical, so angry, so caustic, and so inured. Every thing seems too good to be true.
My reaction to every nicety is fast becoming, ‘how could it happen to me? Something must be wrong.’
Why did I become this insipid, cheerless version of myself?
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“[Psychoanalysis] is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence”
machi neen enne da ezhudhare edhuvume puriyamattengudhu :( :(
is it some cryptic language?
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