I often wonder how I came to be the person I am now. Not necessarily in a bad way, but in a curious one. How did I come to feel the things I do? The thoughts in my head? Why do I feel like this, constantly? Sometimes I feel like I can’t even control the thoughts in my head. Or my life. I can never control my life. It never goes the way I want it to. Wait, that’s not true. I shouldn’t say that, because then it’ll actually come true. I feel like there’s so much lacking in my life. There’s so many things I want to happen but don’t because I stand in the way of myself. I miss everyone, even when they’re standing next to me. I’m constantly chasing after something. I live in a self created bubble, I’m all alone, and everyone is staring.