There were times wherein I just wanted to be different because I was so tired of seeing the usual. I wanted me to feel special by breaking the trend. But along with this, hypocrisy gets me most because I overlap the feeling with fear. I have the fear of being indifferent to the extent that I get to my knees, nervous, for having no one like me. For an instance, I see most of the population in school wearing solid colors, and I’ve noticed that I’ve put on a floral shirt. There, the fear starts driving me nuts. Afraid of what other people would say. Scared of the thought that there’d be people talking about me just because I wore something less usual. Well, yeah. This ends here.