i could be indifferent forever.
by now, i’ve perfected my role of being an outcast at home. as soon as i entered our gates yesterday evening, i had put on my sulky-and-silent mood. it’s easier this way. i’m more peaceful. we don’t have to pretend that everything’s fine. and we don’t have to make believe that we could still somehow patch things up. so it’s better to stay this way. no efforts wasted. no mouths drained and strained. no anger boiled.
just an invisible barrier. and this cold war.