And so, there are times when I’m troubled down. Those times when I feel that I need to back off from the things around me. Trying to figure out if I could really see the whole world vividly through my eyes, or if these are only a few perfect things I only want to see. I’m bothered by all the feelings I’ve created, so warm and fuzzy, but in reality it’s as plain as the wind just passing through my face, which left me that same feeling of comfort that everyone has to feel, and that no one find it that significant to deal with. No meaning. I wonder why it has to be like this. I see the whole world laughs at me, and yet I ponder on several thoughts believing that they might actually like me after all. Or not. And I wonder why I have to spend so much time thinking if they actually do. Like I care. And so, I’m left out with nothing but a reality, so dull and gloomy in front of me. A selfless soul enclosed in an unbreakable glass window protecting the one in it from the rains and uncertainty. This is becoming foolish, although I am already being fooled.