Deviation

Earlier, everything mattered to me way too much. I was always scared. Scared of losing the very few people I have. It was a must for me to know about them daily, to make sure that they are still there in my life. I did everything to make people stay. Because, that's my only weakness.

Now, I don't know what has changed. Nothing's clear. I can go on days without talking to those specific people. Yes it still matters to me. But not that much. Either it's the anxiety that has finally left, or the attachment that has lost its grip.

I still don't know whether it's good or not. Everything still matters to me. But just not the same way. I don't know whether I'm learning to live alone or am i leaving everybody behind.

There's this attachment I find with my family these days, which I could never find earlier. I always looked for it from my friends. That was the time when I gave my friends more priority than my family.

Now everything is fine. I have a family that actually seems and feels like a actual family now. But there's this thing I'm loosing. Or getting better. I have no clue about.