I put faces on strangers that I don’t need to know. I put names on faces just so they feel familiar. I observe them; walking, eating, kissing, smoking, and make up lives for them just so I know they’re okay; at least, better than what they probably are. I like to know who had a bad day at work, who partied the day before and who just got announced they have cancer. I wonder if they ever make up my life for their own good. I wonder what they say about me. I wonder if they believe I’m a worse mess than I actually am. I wonder when people are gonna stop noticing me. I ask myself if they even do.