For  every one daily life seems fun I see dark thoughts mean people walk the halls around me I see Busy supermarkets filled with busy people no one stops and ask how is your day going  they keep going on there merry little way and or push you for no reason for what so ever to them your just another person amidst the rows of sovern faces in a crowd you feel empty hated but there are no way you get noticed you just take it this just another busy day in the life of a nameless person with no face and no one to care