Need, Not Want.

Listing down all random thoughts, staring at the screen for a while and making a conclusion:

I do not have a sense of belonging. It basically explains everything.

How? how? how? how? how? how? how? how? how? how? how? how? how?

I do not know how! What to do? Where to start?

At home nobody stands up for me.

Outside, it is a living hell.

Friends are just programmed robots.

My circle of friends? When do I even have one?

At work, live or die is the only thing matters. Friendship comes last, they say. Proven, true.

I only belong to my room. In my room, there is just me.

Sense of belonging? Yes, an empty room.

I am all calmed whenever I write my blog.*

Do not call me to ask whether I have committed suicide. It happened before*