What I find hilarious is that I live with so many people yet I feel so alone.
They ask why I don't eat with them, why I never talk, but why would I want to sit at a table to listen to them criticize every little thing I do wrong?
Why would I try to join the conversation when it will just end up with them speaking a language I can't understand?
They think I don't hear them whispering, but I do. I hear it all. I just don't speak.
