"In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do."
why is it when i see people, i try to find myself in them too?
am i so certain that there is no uniqueness lying beneath these layers of flesh, these intricacies of red and white..
or the very thought of being this person scares me?