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What ghosts from your past still whisper your name?

A period comes in life where you don't want to be a part of anything and want to spend some time alone. You start giving replies to those with whom you never argued; it is all because you are done with the things, you are done with people, you are done with all the negativity around you, you are done with life, and you don't have the capacity to endure anymore nonsense and cheating.

The sudden interruption and discontinuance of something lead you towards depression. Sometimes you don't want to give up on the things that clearly give an idea that neither you accept reality nor want to do so.  You just limit the ability to participate in conversations and avert from everyone because you don't need a company; all you want is yourself. 
These phases come and go; some survive, and some just give up by ending all the connections. Here what I observed is, avoiding people by turning away and hiding yourself from each and everyone from the surroundings are not the only solutions to the problem. Try to face the society and stand face-to-face to it.
The point comes when you don't get what's troubling you, or maybe you are too scared to confess it. 
People leave, and this is a fact, so one shouldn't be dependent on others. Yeah, some people make us feel comfort in their arms, but what? At the end, everyone has to leave. That comfort of some minutes becomes hell in our lives. You search for that peace everywhere or inside everyone, but you don't get it from anywhere, nor do you blame the one who started all the excrement, and this is where you start to be fucked up. Expectations and sometimes friendships with the negative people in your surroundings are responsible for your depressed and unhappy conditions.
Nobody would ever get the point and would mark you as tear-jerking, emotional, and demonstrative about feelings unless they passed through the same situation.

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