After a long time, I talked to this guy, a good old friend who once occasionally stabilised my thoughts and was one hella crazy fellow. This time, He acted strangely. He was quiet and frustrated. He didn't mingle. One thing I was sure of is that he hadn't been in the right place for a while. Something bothered him and All he shared with me was a piece of paper.

'I want to write something. I am not sure about what I feel. Am I feeling numb? I am not sure. 58 days, the last 58 days were painful, lovely but confusing. I don't feel like achieving anything. I'm sick of people. I started judging myself, losing myself. I broke up with my ex in 2015. Maybe that didn't hurt. Yeah, she left. I think I messed up. Maybe that wasn't a big mistake. I don't want her back. I just want me. It's funny how I started writing. The old me won't write stuff. The old me likes to read novels, watch movies, hang out but won't write. I might not express aptly but don't worry, you will understand what I'm writing. Earlier, before December 2018, I was so happy and obsessed with myself. I had my own crown. I boasted about everything I did. Now, I just need a long vacation to visit places I have never been to before, write something for myself and read them for myself. I began to love nature. I always do but now I'm more connected. Maybe all these words mean nothing but at least, they are true. Maybe, I'm a Shakespeare now. No, I'm just a fellow who sucks at everything and started writing. Maybe the last book I read, changed me(The subtle art of not giving a f). I wanted to be a Director. Yeah, a filmmaker. But what happens is that I write, write, write and I don't give a conclusion. I build the characters and then leave them behind. I'm lazy and I know that. I must work hard from now. My dog "Pluto" keeps pestering me until I pat him. Maybe I'm like him. I can't handle ignorance. It drives me mad. I don't know who I am. I love myself and I'm just not ambitious enough. How did I end up here? Did I make things complicated? I will never know'

I didn't expect him to be victimized by depression. What should he do to get back his spark? I will never know.

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