I wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry till there weren't any tears left. Till I could never cry again. Perhaps then, this feeling of choking in my throat would disappear.

I was... Disappointed.

Disappointed by my parents.

Disappointed by my fate.

Disappointed by my life.

Honestly sometimes I wonder if I were god's mistake. You know, a creation that was mistakenly tossed out into the world.

If that was it, it would explain everything.

I could feel my eyes burn at that.

Tears.

Don't cry.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters other than me.

From now, I would live for myself.

Selfish?

I'd prefer that than being a slave for anyone.

Self-centred?

The world did revolve around me.

I wouldn't cry nor die for anyone other than me. Be it parent, relation or stranger.

I would wipe my own tears. I would pat on my own back. I would run my fingers through my own hair in comfort. I would hug my own self.

Yes, it is lonely.

But then again, one is all alone in birth and death.

I would depend on me.

Only me.