For some reason, I decided that I need to start writing again. I have no idea who to turn to. I feel lost. Like life is some sort of maze that I got myself into and now can't seem to get out of.

Everywhere I turn, someone is mad at me for some reason and quite honestly, I'm just as mad.

I'm breaking down. I really am.

I lost my best friend. Not due to death. Nor fight. Nor some separation. Things happen. Naturally. As they should be. And I am happy for her. I truly am. But the reality of what I've lost hits me. Hard. And I find it difficult to get through this.

Nobody gets me. I cannot blame them when I am the one who is so weird. Yet. I wish someone bothered enough to try understanding. Though probably they realized the futility of it. What do I want really? What is it that I want?

Please help me get through this. Please?

I need to grow up. That's the bottomline, isn't it?