Saturday, 20 July 2013

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I realize this almost everyday. I am going to leave my home..and nobody is going to call me and tell me that they are missing me. Neither I have a big friend circle to keep in touch with....(a couple of good friends..that is all)

I am going to live in a new city..where I don't have friends..

It feels bad but its okay..

And its really not question of being positive or negative here..or so do I think..
Just I felt bad, because I don't have anything to take me with..

I have never been great friend to anyone..I don't have any special ability..or even any special skill..I don't have anything that will people remember me for.

Its not negative or positive but true..bitter bite of truth.