What's the point of planning when everything doesnt go according to plan most of the time?

Loneliness. Something that always knock on my door and look for me. It's something that i hate so much. But the more i hate it, it comes to me more often. Why is it so?

There are times when i dont want to convey my unhappiness directly and i'd show it in another way. There are times when i dont really mean what i say and i hope people around me will get what i really mean.

Everyone in this world is trying to make their presence known. Even to just one person.

There are some things in one's life that we keep only to ourselves, maybe till death. Sometimes i wonder if we'd ever regret keeping it to ourselves. But sometimes things are really better to be left unsaid.