You know, I just woke up from a deep slumber. And yes, that deep slumber somehow means something to me. Not that I wake up as a pathetic optimist with dreams high as the Himalayas. I just woke up, more logical than I already are.

Sadly, your life isn't just about you. You may be your protagonist, you may be your antagonist. But, you can also be someone's meaningful supporting character. Or you may not.

But, what I'm trying to say, is that you can't always be selfish with your life. And the term of 'This my life and this is what I do' sounds kinda self-centered, while you people are the social kind of living.

You can't be egoistical. You decided to go out from your house when you're in 1st grade, and you decided to be someone's friend. You decided to be that kid whom that old man who lived in the corner of the street watched cross the street every 5 days in a week. You decided to be the part of someone's life. And you can't just disappear, and leave your part empty.

The thing is, we, at our most desperate times, tend to tell people to fuck themselves when people starts to become a dick and mind our business. Because we're thinking that they've been really care about us. But the truth is, no one really cares. It's just a formal responsibility they have, as a human being. And, they have needs too. When you disappear, they can't have your part empty.

Maybe there's no one who can make their coffee like you do. Or there's no one who remembers what the teacher have said as good as you do. It's kind of sad, but you're living a real world. Not some kind of My Little Pony meaningful drama.