Shut up. Please.

I'm not angry with the spring -

that it's here again.

I don't blame it

for doing what it does every year:

its duty

                                                       Translated from Wislawa Szymborska (b. 1923)

Back then, when I just stay in my room by myself a lot I'd sometimes get terribly lonely. But now...I'd kill to not go anywhere and be alone. 

It seems, I may need to take refuge at the library more often. There's only so much sudden shrieks, singing, talks about cooking, loud skype sessions with miscellaneous family members (on one such occasion I had to let the Mother undermine my precious Federer with clenched teeth) and icky phone calls to 'husband-to-be' that I can endure.

I wish I can say 'I've had enough' and be done with this, whatever it is. And there I was thinking I'm adjusting to everything very well.