Why does the crowd feel lonelier than silence?
Guess what—I hate it. Not because I don't like people, but because being in the crowd reminds me how alone I really am. Everyone's moving, laughing, rushing through their day. But me? I just watch.
My name is Racheal, but my friends call me Rachy. I'm a university student studying English and History. Balancing lectures and a part-time job is tough. No one's there to support me financially—I have to feed myself. If I don't, who will?
Some of my colleagues have everything handed to them—money, support, comfort. And yet, they still feel insecure. Why? What else do they want from life? Why can't they let others breathe without throwing their insecurities around?
I like to stand outside my favorite spot on campus and just observe. I watch how people move, how they talk, and especially how the so-called rich waste money like it's nothing. No impact. No purpose. Just waste.
I study hard because I want to make a difference in my life. People say school doesn't determine your future, and maybe that's partly true. But I believe you can still use school to shape your future in many ways—and that's exactly what I'm trying to do.
Little did I know, today the quiet corners of my life were about to be disrupted by someone I never saw coming.