" I feel like I’m the only one who feels the things I feel, or thinks the way I think.  I’m worried that I’m taking everything too seriously, or not seriously enough.  Sometimes I want you to see me, and sometimes I want to disappear.  I don’t know if I’ve ever truly felt like the ground beneath me was firm.  Things always feel like they’re moving and I never get the chance to catch up to them and when I do, it feels like it all goes too quickly.  I am nice to people I don’t like because I don’t know what else to do.  I feel like I’m waiting for something but I don’t know what it is.  I often walk past people in the street, and I wonder if anyone else is waiting too.  I don’t know if I’m ever, really, “Here.” So I'm fine.* *I'm not fine. "

― Iain S. Thomas , Every Word You Cannot Say