It starts off with a small feeling of loneliness. You need someone to rant to. But you look around, no one's around you, no one can hear you, and you start going crazy. Every night, as soon as the clock strikes 11.59pm, you curl up in a ball, reflecting on your day. And as soon as 12.01am comes, you're alright. But that's what you think.

You start socializing, and you find more and more people liking you. You now have someone to talk to, but you feel like they won't stay forever. However, you pick out great ones, which are probably just 2, or maybe 3. You start telling them things, but 30 seconds after you start regretting it. Why did you tell them? Why did you get so close to them? And you start building a wall between yourself and that person. It's not thick, but it's still there. The both of you are still very close, but there's something stopping you from plunging any further.

You're afraid. You don't want people thinking what you actually are. You want to pretend you're another person, and the lies come out. You tell yourself just one little lie. One more wouldn't hurt. And you're caught doing it more and more, over and over. Until the latter doesn't know the actual you. But you're both still close. The wall is still there.

You stop, and you look up at the clock. 5 seconds 'till 11.59pm. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... and you're curled up in a ball again, crying. But this time, there is someone to comfort you. And you feel even more regretful. Your tears flow more. But you know you can't break down this wall, it will be there wherever you go. And you slowly learn to live with it.