Today in the afternoon, I went hystirical. I guess its the result of living alone. 26 years of my life, I never spent more than 1 or 2 hours alone except the fact that I was sleeping. I was always surrounded by people. People that loves me. People who would die for me. Although I used to spend most of my time in my room, every now and then I used to get my mum's febulous cooking treats, or maybe my nephew coming and asking something or maybe somebody screaming at someone downstairs or something or the other is happeing around the house or my friends/my loved ones kept me always busy with their attention and love. I guess that never made me feel what is loneliness, how ugly loneliness can be. I thought I was always alone and i can handle this... But thats wrong. I wasn't alone. Now, when I don't get to talk to anyone for about 72 hours, then I realise what treatment I got from those who loves me... I think I got to realise that I am helpless without them... Thats why maybe I went more lunatic today....