A Very Short-Story of a Guy

A desire to write something overcame me. I don’t know what to write but I want to write. I hope that means something and it has nothing to do with the crazy aspect of me.

Okay, let me tell you a story:-

At 16 years of age, an ambitious teenager was looking forward to living the life of his dreams. He wanted to be some one of significance. He was adapted to working hard in school, which resulted in quite desirable grades at the end of the year. This guy has been like this, as far as he could remember- some one who wanted to be everything, participate in every activity(apart from the sports-related ones), wanted to fall in love with some one special one day, loved to live life simply and had certain goals/aims to achieve in life. Any one who knew him would have said this guy is going to have a great future.

Now fast forward to next year.

This guy is now 17 years of age. Everything was normal but all of a sudden, the very same guy started losing interest in everything. It started with his continuous absence from school. He would resolve to go to school and return back to normalcy but  couldn’t do so. And then, he realised he was in depression.. since how long, he didn’t know but when he thought about it, he could find certain instances in the past when he had felt the same way but this time, that feeling was much more intense than ever before. This even led to this guy harming himself both emotionally and physically. Soon, he lost the will to live and participate in anything worldly which further led to his dropping-out of school. Today, this guy finds himself sitting idly or doing anything to distract himself from his situation, the condition prevailing in his life.. he has no plans/goals/aims for the future, he had stopped living long before but now he doesn’t even want to survive.

What happened to this guy.. this guy-ME!?

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About howanxious

A blogger… hmmm No! A writer…. hmmm maybe! An absurd person.. hmmm(hey that might be right)! But above all this, I am a person…a being… My gender, my nationality, my skin color, my language, my looks.. these things can’t define me.. because I DEFINE MYSELF and I can’t explain it.. In order to know me or rather know bout’ me…you have to be my companion and read and share along with me. Don’t read but view and don’t see but think.. that is all you need to do. thats what i think as per now… i wud try to tell more bout me with the passage of time.

Posted on February 15, 2013, in Me and my thoughts!!, Prose and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Hi, things can seemingly change so quickly for us all can’t they. Best wishes

  2. Things change so fast Ha..for many of us. You will survive this and be stronger for it! You must or I will cry.

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