Have you ever felt alone in a crowded room? I have.
Those are with my friends, and I always felt I never fitted in.
Maybe because I like being alone. Where the silence is deafening. Where the silence is calming.
And that is why I liked chilling out in the wee hours of the morning.
No one is awake, no one to talk to.
The only fear I have is when I die. To disappear into oblivion.
And no one would care. No one would bother. No one to think of me sometimes.