That some days I wish death will invite me soon.

But I’m truly afraid that I am not ready for it.

Though at the same time I feel that it’s the comfort I need.

My whole life I am looking for a place to belong, whether it is in people or just places.

I just feel out of place most of the time.

I know that someday that comfort, that state of contentment will happen, but only if I strive for it now.

I have tried being cheerful but even then people have something to say about it.

I feel that the longer I live, the more people I offend and it scares me. Or is it me getting offended?

I have learnt that we really need to let go, either with or without an explanation.

People are just the way they are and we accept them that way.

I just wish they can do the same with me.