I am 32. I am alone. And I am lost.
No, I am not trying to gain your sympathy.
I just want to tell you that there is something which you can always fight for no matter your age, gender or monetary status.
At midnight, I remember how easily I have fooled this world that I am a happy girl. How I have created the narrative that I have a very active social life and that there are many people to love me.
The truth is I have always been too comfortable
So, I pretend.
I pretend that I am cool.
I pretend that I do not care about my native place.
I pretend that I do not miss my parents.
I pretend that I do not miss my brother.
Suddenly this realisation comes to my mind that I have always been pretending to become something in order to fit in and survive this mad rush.
Until Next Time,
Ariana