Down And Out... The other way...

There are times when you loath about the fact that you don't have any independence of your own. Living with parents is the hardest thing that I think I am doing right now. I am not a teenager who have their own set of problems as far as adults are concerned. This is something beyond some gibberish contempt of adolescence. I am too tired of acting as if I belong here, as if things are going great and I am the luckiest soul on this planet.

I was expecting a little more understanding. I wish I could just explain what it feels like, the things that I always wanted to share, the things that I hoped they would understand. I was so wrong. Sometimes I feel they are completely oblivious to the fact that I am a grown up person and have my own thinking and my set of values. This indifference and negligence tends to do more damage than outright dislike. When I am at home, I feel completely empty, as if no one is there for me. And nothing sucks more than the feeling that you are alone, no matter how many people are around you.

Somebody might say I am such a sick person, never happy about anything happening around me. But I don't care. I am feeling a little down. Can't be a happy happy self. May be because it was a hard weekend. Once the week starts, I will bury myself in the work and will forget all about this crap.