It's been almost one and a half years since I lost my mother and grandmother. Since then, I've grown a lot by adding experiences that were too early for my age. However, with those I started to get a strong distaste towards a fake/superficial attitude and gestures from people. Consequently, my circle grew smaller to smallest. A circle that has only me. 

Befor this incident I was an individual who knew how to converse well and with my past extrovert self I had a sizeable circle. 

At present, even if I want to interact with someone, the very glance of seeing someone being ungenuine doesn't let me open to them. There's no guilt or regret. Rather, I feel pretty secured and find those company as intolerable. But deep down I wonder, if I am wrong somewhere. Maybe the intolerance for almost everyone for 1.5 years is not a green sign. 

I don't know.