The world is upside down. Practically everything is wrong you know. Whatever I do is wrong, whatever I don't do is also wrong. Whatever I say is wrong, whatever I think is wrong. I scold also wrong, give in also wrong. Laugh around also wrong, sad also wrong. Yah, can't I even be sad. Am I supposed to be a clown.

Is there something wrong with me or is there something wrong with the world.

I imagine myself being strandled in the middle of the street. The cars are zooming past me, the traffic lights are flickering, the pedestrians are crossing the busy road, in pairs or in groups. Everyone is moving except me. I'm just standing by the roadside, staring. I yearn to join the crowd, but nobody wants me to join in. I break down into tears, but people just stare at me, with wide disbelief.

I was just wondering how many people out there truly understand and truly care for me. What people say and do are just so different. If I went missing one day, would anybody even notice. Don't claim that you care for me if you don't even give a damn about my presence. I've had enough.