it was her birthday. should be a joyful day.
it was on the contrary, she did not feel it.
a pretense of happiness.
she is bleeding deep inside.
she feels alone…more than ever.
While i succeed in career, i fail miserably in personal department.
It does haunt me sometimes if not everyday.
I enjoy my independent, but can’t deny the need of companionship.
There’s a missing link in my life.
Sometimes i wonder will i ended up alone in old folks home.
Am i experiencing a mild depression?
I need sugar and spice to my life.