Little Me (2)

A sudden anxiety overwhelms my nights and I keep on asking myself those strange questions of which answers I might not be able to find ever.I read somewhere that people who're depressed like us might not want people to cling to us but they keep on checking,at the same time,that who was there when they felt depression.

Such strange beings we're...

I don't know what to call this situation but I feel so incomplete.It is not depression,people.It is something else and I can sense it.It is the essence of incompleteness which was never realized by me.I am not needed anywhere nor I need anyone.I am enough for myself.I can comfort myself with every false notion.I don't need people around myself to cheer me up(At this moment).I can join the mob if only I am one of them but usually I feel out-cast.

With so many complaints and insecurities,Zainab,exists in the world.I exist like that page in someone's personal diary and I travel universe through my soul.I live a simple life and when I call it simple,I usually can't define the word properly.