In the world I know, strangers pass daily on the streets. Cars honking at each other from the frustrations of the road. The many color of the night lights flickered periodically. The sound of strangers' laugh and the nonsense chattering overlapping each other. The smell of cigarettes lingered. Strangers walk with the breath of alcohol, laughing and sometimes crying. 

Unlike many fortunate souls, sleeping on the cold concrete is familiar to me. The warmth from a blanket is often replaced by the thin sheet of newspapers. How long did I survive like this? I can't remember. 

In the world I know, I was just the person you will pass by daily without a second glance. With one look, you know I am trouble. If someone was to choose who to save between one other person and me, it will always be the other person. What good things have I done in my life? Absolutely nothing. Friends? None. They are not necessary. 

Yeah. In a world filled with many strangers, I don't need anyone to survive.