I seem to keep these feelings under check most of the time, but sometimes they come out of the cracks. "On paper", I think, "I might be another one of those people, but in my heart I know I am not". It does not take much, unsurprisingly, to make me feel this way; a small comment here or there, or worse yet a photo (which is the culprit this time). I don't want to imagine engaging in conversations that do not interest me, which makes me wonder what I am doing staying where I am in the first place. "It is meant for someone who has a true interest", I sadly tell myself, before sighing and trying my best to forget.