I can't believe I'm allowed to be a person. It's almost as if I don't deserve  breaths of air or the attention I so desperately desire.. I want there to be beauty, and I want to notice it, and I want it to notice me. I can't explain every happening, I can only go through it and tell you how I felt at that exact moment. I want others to see as I do, and I want to see as others do. How can someone be alone living alongside billions of people? Because we're oblivious. And simply confused. I want to feel unique, and all others want the same. I want to be my own but still belong with them. I don't want to be like you, or even be close to being like you. It's a sense of avoiding prediction and becoming special.. Becoming something more than myself and accepting nothing less.