the name says it all

it seems that without an actual role/persona to play/fulfill, i've (d)evolved into a rather plain everyman. and the funny thing is, i actually feel at peace with myself, with how i am living my life right now, even as the more savvy part of my mind makes it a constant point to highlight that i am more existing than truly living. maybe this is the true me?

being alone, either holed up in my room or roaming around the streets, without the oppressive need to cater to the whims of another (no particular slant to anyone specifically) or work the small-talk mill, feels refreshing, and i silently rejoice in this simple freedom.

i don't think i'm keen to start on any relationship, nevermind boy or girl, anytime soon. i can just barely discern faint letters of "SDU" materialising in the far distance, but i shall disregard it for now.

good people, but i just cannot make myself be truly comfortable with them. some part of me actually wishes that i contract some terminal condition with an expiry date in two weeks' time, when i shall say one last sorry and goodbye, and spare them the snare that i somehow always unwittingly get them entangled in. but i cannot expire now; there are still my parents to think about. i would run away, but for the chains around my feet.