I am sick. I have a well-spread disease that no one admits. I am not an immortal, I can get sick too. I have had headaches, stomachaches, toothaches. In fact, a year ago my wisdom teeth was driving me crazy, and it stopped hurting me without any surgery. I believe it is waiting for the moment when everything goes wrong and I say “ it can’t get any worse than this” to wake me up at a cold night. But none of the above is considered a disease. Now, I am not a doctor nor a psychiatrist, but if I were in a position which allows me to diagnose myself, I would definitely say I have what is so-called "loneliness." I might be surrounded with friends and family, having the most memorable moment of my life, but I, suddenly, lose focus on what is happening in front of me. I might be the centre of attention, but my attention isn’t to any of the people around. My focus goes straight to what is going to happen when I leave these people with whom I am sharing a laugh. Emptiness and dark thoughts emerge out of nowhere. Smiling becomes harder and harder with time. And all I am thinking of is how to leave this group of mindless human beings –no offence to the useless people all over the world. I don’t consider myself brilliant, but I am, for sure, unique. One of the meaning of this word directly suggests being alone all the time. This is probably why man avoids calling himself in such a way. We don’t like to humble ourselves, and we prove it every time we succeed where people failed. However, we must humble ourselves, we must consider ourselves normal like everyone for the only reason that we are living under the same sky. Which is a reason that doesn’t have anything to do with shaping our personality, and still, force us to feel similar to everyone else. People are so afraid of feeling alone. Some may go crazy for just thinking about it. Others get depressed and avoid facing the feeling by all means. I can’t consider myself one of t