My diary

How annoying is to hear voices of people I hate the most. They are like uninvited guests coming to your party without any ounce of shame, how disgusting? I want them to know that they are not needed here and never will be. My doors will be always shut for them, it’s not about just limiting the access to me, I want them gone. I don’t want to feel alone when I’m with people. I maybe above or below their level, but I’m sure not on the same level. I’m better alone rather with them. They are the miserable people who strives by draining other people, because they have nothing for themselves to show off, and I don’t want such people in my life. Only miserable people can steal other people’s happiness to make themselves feel better. Isolating myself from such people was like therapy for me, to recharge from all the toxins they left in me, to know that they are worthless people not even worthy of considering.

When I was in college, students used to come in college in motorcycles and I used to travel in public transport. As days went by, I became friends with my classmates, and they used to offer me lifts. I never said no to them, and I used their offers to travel from home to college. One day, someone told me that I don’t know how to sit on motorcycles, and I’m sitting too far from him, and I thought maybe he is telling right, and I never had any problem sitting close to them. When I think back now, I realize that it was a trap set for me, but it helped me survive their rash driving. One day, while I was travelling with a person, suddenly from nowhere our principal appeared in front of us, a little far away, but enough to see him coming. That day, I somehow escaped from a dreadful accident. There were two events happened after he speeded his bike away, one, one of the bikes that was following us hit the foot stand where I was keeping my foot, while negotiating a curve dangerously. Second, I