It was a Saturday night, all of them were at this pub for a friends birthday, pretty drunk and high. And, there he was sitting at one corner, wondering was he the only one you wanted some isolation or were there more people like him, longing for isolation.
He realized, in-spite of being in a room full of people he knew, he was
completely lost. He just didn't feel at ease. All he did, was pretend
that he really enjoyed it and everything, everyone meant something to
him. He pretended to be a part of the group, deep down he detested it.
He wanted to break free, but he just couldn't. It was all so weird.
He knew, he wasn't the only one wearing the mask. Everyone around him
were, hiding what they really were, trying to be someone they never
could be. They all pretended, just like him, trying to show the world
that they were a part of it. They probably didn't realize they were
pretending, they were lost. But the fact was, they were.
He, unlike others wanted complete solitude. He realized, the people
around him would not stand-up for him when he needed them the most. All
of them just made false promises, promises that where meant to be
broken. The only person that would always be by his side was the person
standing in front of the mirror. He was the only person, he could
possibly trust. They only one would cry when he cried.
Those isolated lonely sleepless nights made him realize who he actually
was, it revealed the true person in him. At times, he wanted to get away
from this, he wanted to be with people. But, he was afraid, afraid of
the pain, the scars, the tears, the dejection it brought.
He was confused, he wanted a way out. He just couldn't.