Winter of my relationship has arrived. I hope to live through it, which is not easy. Sometime I wonder what kind of people I have surrounded myself with: people who are interested in me when I am happy and when I agree with them, if not then I am to be left alone. I have made a ‘Losers’ list today, for they are going to lose me, the real me. Also, I am listening to their sighs, comments, and plain ignorance. Depression has become dear to me, and so are anti-depression medications: I can take as many I want to or hoard them or sell them, if I don’t want them.
For next couple of months, things will look gloomy and then the sun will be out. Then, the blackness that has covered me and cornered me will be disappeared. Then, if time or situation permits, I will laugh at myself: why did I make myself susceptible to these parasitic relationships?
