The ironic thing in life is that we struggle so hard to find ouself. Yet find comfort in numbers where we fit in It is really amazing how someone can feel so lonely in a crowd, because everyone just whizzes not taking the time to see who you are. Maybe one day you would join the crowd, so much so that when your old self walks by you dont even take a second glance. Because it is always nice to know that you belong somewhere. Is it really worth it? What if I am not what i was supposed to be and I just left my real self somewhere. I do not even know why i am talking about this. Highly random. I have a sudden thing for latin. Devia One day I will learn latin and no one will understand me. So i can talk to myself and noone will know what I am thinking. I think if i die tomorrow, everyone will forget who i was.