My brain won’t stop. Sometimes it becomes unbearable. I have lot to say but nobody to listen to be precise I don’t know how to express my feelings. I’m afraid of being a nuisance to my friends as they have their own life and problems. Sometimes I sense they are uninterested and bored as I talk about my problem. Bottled up feeling are killing me slowly. And you, I still love you even after all these years. I know you don’t know how I feel about you. If you read this All I want is you to be happy. I know I won’t be around to see it.