Why is it the times where I’m with near strangers and people who hardly get my, I’m alive? Am I so void and vacant of any emotional thought when with them I can strive to be oneself? I often wonder if it is I who torment myself, or someone else who considers themselves much weaker. It’s only so long you can play the game of elusivity before you break yourself, or someone else. It’s your choice, and you can not bear the truth of it.