We think we remain the same, then one morning we wake up and see that we don't even recognize ourselves. Social life is such a precious thing, I personally don't see and don't like anyone. I slip by fantasizing  everydays on a perfect life full of creativity and illusory beauty with luxury that i'll never have. I hide myself in vain and it 's finishing me off. It's not sadness, no, i'm just lost, upset and dead inside.