I used to be the jolly kid – the clown of the party, the ice breaker, the light in the dark.

And then things change. I

became a lonely solitary one. Despite being surrounded by people, I feel alone. The world which has always been big
seemed to be bigger.

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I’ve always known that I need to walk through life alone - that I am my only companion. Everything that happens is
going to be a consequence of my choices, and that I am an effect of my actions. I knew from the very beginning that I
must be independent and that I must not let these “so called others” interfere in my everyday affairs. Letting people into
my life will only give other the power over me. And giving them the power over me means allowing them to hurt me.
Because the people who have the power to hurt you are the ones you love the most.

...But being alone means victory and failure on your own. It means not being able to share your pain and joys with
another. Being alone is sad.