The thing is, people just don’t know you. No one knows who you really are. There are different perspectives, different points of views, in reality no one cares. Everyone is just too busy minding their own business. Some may meddle, but they’ll be gone. Nothing’s permanent in this world but change. Yeah, everything changes. People change, memories don’t. But memories don’t have strength, they’re just there. People come and go, that’s why there are times you are alone, nobody will be staying forever, nothing will remain the same. Everything’s confusing, nothings clear.