Warning: Tragic Ending ahead. Please Proceed with caution.

I'll sit down at a far corner and notice everything that's far noticeable to the naked mind. I see the janitor's weak smile as people pass by even tho they don't stare or mock him. He seems embarrassed. I see the corporate guy wearing pink sleeves and tie taking his glasses off and wiping the moist in his eyes. I see the secretary trying her best to sit as formally as possible thru that skirt she seemed to wear for the first time. The "taho" vendor at the side of the road trying to pretend he's using his phone just so not to notice judgmental eyes. I see the humble employee wearing a backpack walking on his way home from a long tiring night, he didn't seem to mind as he glide down his way imagining his comfy bed waiting for his arrival. I see the confused girl, she can't decide whether to entertain the love offered by a guy she used to care for but took her for granted. Or wait for another one to pass by. She doesn't notice the guy behind her staring at how the wind gently blew her hair as it waves. Silently screaming the love she far deserves but he's willing to give without any hesitation. Even tho on the back of his mind he knew he doesn't stand a chance, he'd smile. That painfully broken smile that manages somehow to hide the pain inside. The pieces starts to strike his heart creating wounds that bleed profiously. I pity him. I notice myself. As I sit down the corner. Staring at everybodys witiful decisions. While I create a story out of it. I notice my ripped jeans. They're quite nice. Don't confuse yourselves people. This isn't a story. It's a meaningless phrase.