How pitiful!

Dear Diary,

No one possess the capability to disrupt my state of joy except I, myself! Any surrounding is favourable until there is the absence of the people whom I dislike, not having one time meal and noise. I have spent majority of my childhood being at home rather than playing with those kids because the gave the stinking smell of indecency and incivility which tempted my morals; I could have told them but those times have gone when upon telling people used to listen and ponder their deeds. Such activities must not be encouraged; I had not cared a fig at that time to make them understand; even if I mention such points and they hear- they will not follow it so, why do I waste my energy? There was no interest of mine to be a severe protagonist like in those animes and movies. As a result of not being a playful and whimsical child- it was obvious I had to develop a certain interest in something; soothing my nerves. Playing with Transformers figures and Hot Wheels car in the small terrace of mine privileged me with a different aura as well as fine morals which are still intact.

This world should never be equal, differentiation is a wholesome and necessary requirement because to let peculiar business and social contacts have an existence. To my surprise, I have gained those acquaintances of complete differentiation from myself; whatever I do or think. they do the opposite and till this day I have found none like me and that is an advantage in itself! I can rule with no opponents in my area! The opposite always attracts which reasons why most of my classmates are not my classmates but my friends, loyal ones and jocular ones; sometimes or mostly always submissive.

But, for the meantime lockdown period, I have hoarded up an extensive amount of sympathy for my friends. Even sympathy makes a human a human; in the present case I should rather briefly describe how this lockdown annunciation has brought 'grief,' 'sorrow,' 'unhappiness,' 'melancholy,' 'disgust,' 'boredom,' 'starving,' 'working,' 'indolence' to their abodes. 'Grief' visited on the pretext to remaining in respective homes and not going anywhere but talking with it rather. 'Sorrow' came upon feeling because their extrovert nature had to be destabilsed and to promote social distancing. 'Unhappiness' was called by my dear friends to persuade the before stated people to move out of the house- to work as a policeman but, to their astonishment 'Unhappiness' was a vagrant who discovered a home to live or to sojourn depends upon how my friends treat the tenant. 'Melancholy' was the elder brother of 'Unhappiness' who roamed many homes in search for him and at last found him at those homes; first he was to take him but, seeing the Circle of Depression, he melted his wish to go home and stayed with them. 'Disgust' was the second person called by my friends to at least accompany them rather that that Circle against things which the like- this person had a sympathetic value so he agreed. 'Boredom' was suggest by 'Disgust' as more reliever of sentiments to my friends and they really like distribution of everything; 'Disgust' called his friend and in that triangle of three- silence was seen after vehement expressions. Let me tell you that 'Starving' was no person- rather it was a weapon! A weapon of mass emotional destruction made by those scientists present in the Circle to fire upon that triangle. They fired with precision and it hit the main person (i.e. my friends) so accurately at his stomach that it turned to ash now. Respected mothers of my respective friends had an assassin with themselves to attack their child, it was 'Working;' he had killed their target with tools given by his employer, the tool of command and the tool of blackmailing. One kind fellow, 'Indolent' was a very fine and genteel personality who helped anyone in need. He voluntarily went to these homes and increased the triangle to a quadrilateral.

We should remember that all those visitors are present at each of my friend's house and chilling still; their food is that neurons in brain and water is those messages- they seem to live rather than to survive. Putting my analysis, I therefore dismissed 'Pity' at each of their homes to visit and then come back again; I know that person will not be welcomed but it is my duty to make him approach at such mental calamities.