I feel that I’m not only a stranger among the crowd, but I might as well be a stranger among people I close to.

Someone say that your world is how you perceive it.

Then I think the world is a totally strange place for me.

Though it consists of good people and bad ones

charming ones and ugly ones.

Not too forget the generous and the sincere ones. And those who are mean and conceited.

But somehow I feel all of them are strangers to me, as I am to them.