Obviously, the reason for feeling alone in this hell is because no one really talks about their problems. Most just repress it, hide it and does a very excellent job doing so. I try but at times, my facial expressions and body language tends to give me away.
I look at myself as this pathetic lost soul that seems to be constantly going in wrong, confusing directions with every step I take. Don't know where my life is going. There's no point in making plans. They never seem to turn out the way I want them to. Might as well go with the flow now. That's how life supposed to be, right?
