Never have I been so depressed. Maybe that's because I don't dwell on my dead past or maybe I just ignore it. But the past few days have been different for me. I finally decided to break the lonely little box I've been in for too long and even better I finally met the right person to break it open to. I trust this person beyond what I have ever thought of. I don't know why. Am I making the sad little human within me to burst into a mutiny with myself?
The sad part is, I realize all the difficulties I've crossed on the way and all the sacrifices I had to make In order for me to reach here. And all this while, I just thought that I was lucky enough to make the cut. Well, that's not the thing I'm depressed about. I always tend to think a mile ahead of myself, though I claim to act at the moment.
But the thing I'm depressed about is the new involvement in my personal life by someone I never expected to be. To people who know me, I've always been a tough nut to crack. In fact I never crack. But this person made me do it. I had to do it at some point I guess. But I never expected the person to be so .... Me...
My worst fear is, if all these are happening due to the literary transformation I'm into or am I just saying it out loud because I trust this person. I hope it's the latter. When I do lose this person, it's really going to be tough. I could sense it.
Either way, I feel a bit of my bad times dissolve into the thin air making me weigh lighter. I'm just glad that there is someone who hears me out loud without judging me for what I was. If that person ever comes across this, I just have this to say. "I'm glad"