"For last few days I have written and deleted may be hundreds of my drafts to say the least,never knowing exactly what I have been feeling or whether to pen-down that feeling will be legit enough or not.
Post many considerations, I have come to this conclusion that if you have to think, you are not true to yourself.
I am not a very open person emotionally speaking, to others; and thus it is compensated by my diary to say the least.
I have loved this city!
But I thought I could never love any city more than my hometown. But I did and I encouraged people to come in this city because I wanted them to fall in love with it as much.
The result being, I started to hate it because I made memories with people who threw me out like an insect when it was inconvenient to them.
That time when I thought I could use a hug, there I was standing alone because everyone chose their team and I was labelled!!
Labelled as THAT person, you know, who was hated and forgotten..unanimously!.
I have valued friendship more than any damn relationship in this world....and when I say any, I mean it....but I have nothing to show for it....
I have stood by it..
I have lost people for it...
I have fought for it...
.....but in the end it didn't even matter!!!
I even broke everyone's heart, everyone who had loved me selflessly which in turn broke mine.
There is always this sharp pain inside my chest, that no doctor could explain medically.
I have had my efforts trampled with no fruitful result;
and so here I am thinking about a finale...
Result matters more in this world that efforts; well then here I am, making an effort....yet again! I hope my city won't forget me as quickly as people did!
p.s: I have neither forgiven anyone and nor do I expect it in return, because I am not sorry for anything!!
Not A Thing!"
The diary ended there.....
Standing beside the dead body, the detective inspector finally spoke, "well then, it's clear now! people can die of broken heart!"
There was an extra chill in the air of Loch that night! or maybe winter finally arrived!
Post many considerations, I have come to this conclusion that if you have to think, you are not true to yourself.
I am not a very open person emotionally speaking, to others; and thus it is compensated by my diary to say the least.
Someone once told me not to let my surroundings affect me and to write my heart out in every instance. I realized that it is to those people that I should vow my graciousness..
I have loved this city!
But I thought I could never love any city more than my hometown. But I did and I encouraged people to come in this city because I wanted them to fall in love with it as much.
The result being, I started to hate it because I made memories with people who threw me out like an insect when it was inconvenient to them.
That time when I thought I could use a hug, there I was standing alone because everyone chose their team and I was labelled!!
Labelled as THAT person, you know, who was hated and forgotten..unanimously!.
I have valued friendship more than any damn relationship in this world....and when I say any, I mean it....but I have nothing to show for it....
I have stood by it..
I have lost people for it...
I have fought for it...
.....but in the end it didn't even matter!!!
I even broke everyone's heart, everyone who had loved me selflessly which in turn broke mine.
There is always this sharp pain inside my chest, that no doctor could explain medically.
I have had my efforts trampled with no fruitful result;
and so here I am thinking about a finale...
Result matters more in this world that efforts; well then here I am, making an effort....yet again! I hope my city won't forget me as quickly as people did!
p.s: I have neither forgiven anyone and nor do I expect it in return, because I am not sorry for anything!!
Not A Thing!"
The diary ended there.....
Standing beside the dead body, the detective inspector finally spoke, "well then, it's clear now! people can die of broken heart!"
There was an extra chill in the air of Loch that night! or maybe winter finally arrived!
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