sob story

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If you were to ask me how I am doing, I would tell you I am fine.
Well I am always fine, as fine as I can get.
Mentally? Well that is a totally different thing.
But then I am not asked that often. What I mean is that not many would want to know if I am doing okay.
Why would they, I have had a hi-bye kinda relationship with everyone. I never really let anyone get close to me. Why should I?
Just so they can shut me off when they no longer need me?
Stupid logic,right?
But it turns out logic and sense have always been trying to reach out to me, but I am tad bit faster than them. So just when you think it reaches me, I run just a bit farther away from it.

God! That is miserable.
I feel bad for myself. But then again it is what it is.
I  belive in one thing that is to keep me happy and not get sucked into the blackhole that hangs right above my head.
If I let anyone in, the chances of getting hurt is just increased, and I will not hurt myself.
So being closed off is best option for me.

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