My life is like a telephone booth. Where one person is creating unforgettable memories and another is waiting outside exasperatedly, for him to finish. Same way I feel like being social is just a pain, on the other hand the lonely one thinks being social is a blessing. I want to be alone and he wants to join in crowd. And I ended up quitting. But am I real? That doesn't matter anymore, either way I wanna die or I will live forever with this pain? Or everything is just a dream and I am actually a happy person, then who are you? Why can't I see you but hear your whisper?