Behind the close door, I hear them murmur about me. All my shortcomings discussed (as if I am not there), judging my insecurities. I am aware of them; it is just quite unnerving to hear about them spoken in third person perspective.
Must have been an hour or so for the whole conversation to happen, ponder and ultimately come to a conclusion that I am not worth their efforts that they are housing me for. I took shelter here, to escape for constant nagging from another dear ones; now I am subjected to the same this time, it hurts more because this is someone that my heart considers even more precious. Now there is an added twist of an outsider weighing my worth as well.
I really hope fervently that, huh I am not sure what I should hope for? Just that at the end of the day, something pans out so that, I don't feel like a failure or more accurately not regret everything since that moment.
