I sometimes feel so strange when I see, I’m all so weirdly lonely inspite of being a nice guy,never did anything wrong, never took drugs, stayed away from all the vices of life, and yet after so many years, it just hasn’t left me. I was, I am and I continue to dwell without a companion. What is it that one needs to be with someone? I tried so hard to perfect myself, tried so hard to be nice to people, and yet I’m the one who sits alone, and just wonders what is it that is wrong. I’m otherwise occupied with life and work and I’d be busy, but on a sunday afternoon,I’d find myself sitting with a book or watching a movie alone in the theatre.Never had anyone ever to ever share my happiness or sadness with.I am weird I guess.
