I'm 22, hailing from a middle-class family with hopes and dreams no different than yours. You could spot me in the metro and find no particularity, I don't either. 

So when I come home at the end of the day and get in bed alone, I lay bare, free, my hands over my belly and I think of people I wouldn't otherwise. Following, I write about them, toying with the idea of being their God, making them do things.

If we ever come across each other, chances are, I might write about you.