For the last few months mentally I am involved or may I say that my mind and brain is totally occupied by a matter, which can be called the most mysterious thing I ever came upon in my whole life. Never have I thought that a mystery can my mind to such an extent.
I withdraw from people and places from time to time, I need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouth that talk too much but never have anything to say.
I have no time to battle egos and small minds.
I am not living, I'm surviving🙂
I am not sure if I'm depressed . I mean I'm not sad, but  I'm not happy either.

Why can't i delete those dreadful incidents from my mind???

After every dark, gloomy night comes a dawn, the earth does not stop rotating just in search of a morning after every dark. Same way, although disheartened and depressed, we must put all our efforts to fight back, to stand in life☺️😊.

NOTE TO READERS: This is not related to me. Just random thoughts of a girl.🙂