An everyday thing of mine is living of course, but I hate it most when people come around and ask if I'm ok and why I'm alone. Please leave me be, I'm being nice, I do not wish to exchange my words with yours- mingling and migrating in the air between us, having such deep meaning- but you think it means nothing. You don't see into the soul.

"Person of the year! Thinking their so different just because of the blood running through their veins."

Yes and no, everyone is different, but also, the same.

It's an everyday thing that I don't wanna to be around people, disassociate, disconnect from the world.

An everyday thing, where I disconnect my brain from rot and despair. Humans.