I see, everyday I see, they come into me, stand, sit, think, play their littl e toy on hand. They are not communicating. Everyone has some where else to go, something else to do. They did care for some body, but they always assume other's has no body else to care. So, they don't really care about the people beside him, or the people just pass by her.
Every mood they left behind me, I felt it. I felt sad, lonely, static and agony. Angry of being so constant, doing all those stuff everyday, same. But they thought happy is what they going to get, while they not really understant what are their happy.
What happy do they want? No people define happy for their kind, they need to figure out. Some people thought people with lot of money is happy, and rich people always thought they are happy too. Do they?