ALONE (Nymfia's dairy)

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I grew up in a traumatic environment. I thought I didn't deserve to go through it. No one does.

I understand now.

Everyone I met created me.

Molded me into this new person.

It's bittersweet to reflect on old times.

Revenge is something you think of when your filled with hatred you can't control.

It's also a stage of grief.

There are people who take that route and there are people who resort to it.

I thought of it once.

But I wanted to be better.

So, I looked beyond that.

Seeking revenge is a weakness. Being angry all the time is a weakness.

Being consumed by filthy emotions is a disease.

So, I decided to thank them.

To continue and be powerful without anyone.

To live a life of isolation.

To live quietly.

To live behind.

To disappear.

To be invisible.

Is what I crave for.

I want to be a person people don't invite to gatherings.

I want to be the left-out member in a friend group.

I want to be the third wheeler in every situation.

I want to be the outcast.

I want to become a void. A blurred face in someone's dream they wake up and forget.

I want to live as a boring painting.
A modern painting.

You'd look at it once then walk past it without looking again.