“I’m really okay,” you say with a forced smile. “You know me, I need my daily dose of alone time.”
She answers, “Alright. I better go back to the party.”
“You better do,” you reply while looking at the alcohol-induced people dancing like crazy. “They’re having so much fun there. You’re missing out a lot.”
“Look who’s talking,” she responds while laughing out loud. “See you tomorrow, introvert.”
“Yeah, see you,” you reply with a small laugh.
You leave the place, staring at your shoes as you watch your feet take turns in hitting the wet pavement. You walk slowly giving the impression that you don’t want to leave in the first place. What they don’t understand is that you are lost—you have no direction.
You have detached yourself from life and withdrawn yourself from the world and all its complexities. You try to think of the things that had once gave you something to cry about, but they don’t give you the same effect anymore.
You don’t feel anything at all. This time, you are invincible.