Healing.

"There are days in my life when all I want to do is remain silent and away from every single form of life. Its not because I hate people and other forms of life or any reason even remotely resembling that. Its because that's what works for me. That's what works for me really well.", he wrote in his journal, after much thought and deliberation.

"Finding our places in this world is what most of us are up to. And my place, as I have come to understand, is just me being with my own company trying to spread positivity to myself, That's what has been working out for me and that's what I have come to embrace. There are just too many reasons and causes for my imperfections and flaws that people point out in me. I probably have way too many bad qualities than good, but the "worst" quality I have is that I am completely okay with being the way I am, which is just obtuse in the eyes of people. I try my very best to not be a hindrance to any living soul and I try my best to not bother any body but I always seem to be failing at it. I've tried running away from people, running towards people and I think its about time I settle to staying wherever I am because this way, I have nothing to gain or lose. I get nothing, I lose nothing and that really is all that I am looking for." He concluded. He could sense his eyes water but he could do not much about it. He closed his journal, and lied down, setting his gaze on his ceiling and he remained thoughtful for the rest of the evening. Healing time is what he thought of it.