The recluse

I, like many, really don’t like people as a whole. I find little value in trite everyday conversation. I’m tired of the superficiality and the little value that these conversations add to my life. It has in fact reached a point where I find it exhausting to fake interest and put on a smile, when I am actually yawning inside or seeing through your bullshit. I prefer solitude to the company of many. I prefer honesty to being lied to, and most often I prefer silence to the constant jabber and negativity.
As a result of this, I’ve started withdrawing and I keep getting a lot of messages telling me that I’ve changed, or I’m not who I used to be. Dear friend, you need not worry. I’m still figuring out things on my own. I’m still trying to figure out what is best for me. Till then, please deal with my resting bitch face or arrogance or depression or whatever you may want to call it. I may avoid you, I may not smile like I used to. But know this. It has nothing to do with you.
The recluse

Author: Welcometomyworld

29 Year old from Bangalore and turning 30 this year. Help me!

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