Vanity

Pride mattered.It mattered more to him than anything else.This was what he was told to do.He believed in it.The world always showed him that there was only one way out.That was to live life the way he wanted to, in his own terms.He wouldnt sacrifice that for anything.Anything.

It was almost time.He had to say goodbye.There was no time for that though.He decided that he wouldnt and wrote it all down on a letter.

It read -


 Dear All ( That includes all those who love me, i do not know how many) ,
           I am going to live life my on my own terms.Though as ironic as it may sound, i am going to do it by ending it.Yes , i will only be a faint memory in your heads by the time you have finished reading this and had a good hot cup of jo at your place and by the time you have your friends / those who are important to you coming to you and slipping in some sympathy..I feel happy for you , especially since my death is not going to make any difference in your lives.

Hoping that i have been a good friend.( may be i am lying to myself.I have not been , i know ..but these are my last words, i dont care if i am lying..atleast today) ....

Your Friend,
Joe.


                       The letter ended there.Another waste of life , a mind destroying itself.

Joe was schizophrenic.Arent we all sometimes...i wonder



Note : I am not going nuts.But i thought this post could be  a lil eerry for anyones liking.hence i disclaim again.. I am not a psycho !!