I’m tired of being the clown. In this group, with that friends, with that mates, with that clique and with this family.

I used to hate being alone. I have a lot of people around me all the time. Friends, family, mates, clique whatever there is. There is noise wherever I am. So used to it that I am being so foreign loneliness. Recently, I have been exposed to it and you know what? I love it. I’ve learned to do things myself, laugh by myself, cry by myself and do all sorts of things myself.

Today, I’m being exposed to the crowd again. I wasn’t lonely and I HATE it. I realized people are so selfish, words are being used insensitively, no fucks were given, stupid conversations, tantrums were thrown, attitude was shown, insult was misused and so much more disappointing issues were raised. Out of the blue, I felt that people are horrible. The issues may not be directed to me but I’m not loving what I’m witnessing and hearing. But there’s this particular thing that I hate. I hate being taken for granted by people who I love and care for. I have taken a step back and looked at the picture, it was horrible.