Seated in a silent classroom seeing different faces and hearing different voices, all with different protest and complains. They all had felt isolated, rejected and abandoned, had felt like they don't have anyone by their side, felt like it's only them against the world. But aren't we all the same? I could have said the same thing if I were sitted in their chair. We feel anxiety, it's just that we expressed it differently but felt similarly by all. It's very melancholic that it motivates us to seek security and reassurance rather than happiness and pleasure.

I'm seated in a classroom with different people wearing their hearts up their sleeves.