All Sad People Write.

Am I a sad person?

I think I am. 

Despite people describing me as a complete opposite.

My life is not tragic. In fact, I am blessed with a lot of things. 

But as said by Fiona Apple:

“When you’re surrounded by all these people, it can be lonelier than when you’re by yourself. You can be in a huge crowd, but if you don’t feel like you can trust anyone or talk to anybody, you feel like you’re really alone.”

You’d be surprised to know that I lead a normal life, like any woman my age. A man, two kids, an average career with working colleagues. All of them are the bright and the grey hues rendering my everyday life.

But here’s the catch: I am a persona in daylight. My true form reveals itself when I am driving home from work, when I take my night bath, when I lay on the bed at the end of the day feeling tired and beaten.

So here I am, trying to write out this sadness. This loneliness. In hopes of becoming that person that people already thought I am.