I have this fear that people might not find the zeal in recognizing that I ever exist. I am afraid to be left behind and also afraid to be forgotten by the people I treasure. I always feel inferior. I always sigh in silence and I ... I ... I diss life in the way that I only know. See me happy, but inside is another story. My life's been a great example of a semi-colon story. I chose to continue my sentence when in fact I can put a period to everything. Yes, I am suicidal. And one day, I might disappear in this world of pure anomaly.