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Someone called be boring once.

The normal reaction to that is likely negative.

I waited to see how I would feel.

Nothing. Not one negative emotion flowed through me.

I was slightly delighted.

Unable to understand why I felt that I asked.

"boring?"

Did I hear that right?

They confirmed my question.

The spark inside increased.

I am happy because someone I know very well called me boring?

I told someone this story and the look on their faces. Astonished and confused.

In the other hand I smiled. A real smile.

That's when I knew what I'd become.

I let everything go.

I am free.

I am free and I didn't give a fuck about anyone.

I am the definition of self-love.

Maybe I took it too far.

And yet it isn't far enough for me.

Secretly smirking to myself knowing if more people saw me that way meant more people would leave me.

Not bother me.

Not approach.

Not text or call.

My final goal is exactly that.

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