All these while, i have been going out with friends and keeping myself occupied. I thought i would be happy to go out, at least i can forget all the troubles and unhappiness. But i was wrong. i was actually deceiving myself. Though i did enjoy the company of my friends and appreciate their companion, i realised that i was not truly happy. I was deceiving myself all these while. I thought i could take things lightly and be calm and cool about it. I was wrong. Things are not as simple as i think. I am a human. I have feelings and these feelings are killing me now. I am bleeding. I blame no one except myself. For bringing this upon myself. But i never regret my decisions. They all remain as happy memories.
