isolation.

walking outside people are moving fast, talking, and laughing. feels like i’m not seen or heard. i’m alone. isolated from the world and people around me. feels as if i’m different or don’t belong. humans need connection. something we biologically crave. but eventually we will be back to isolation in our grave. working as hard as i can to save everyone else, but myself remains isolated. temporary laughs and smile to entertain others. making small talk but i crave a deep conversation. talking to myself through these writings, but i can’t seem to explain how i feel. they say actions speak louder than words but my actions are temporary…