Fluctuation.

Looking at myself either worsens my mood or brings it down.
What have I done in life?
What have I done for other people?
I take a look from other people’s perspective and try to look at what they see me as.
A lover. A friend. An enemy. An ex lover. A philosopher. A Brother. An idiot. A prodigy.
A perfect partner. (Have yet to experience and prove)
Countless times I have helped, antagonized, done deeds and vices, and proved my humanity (or inhumanity) to people.
What scares me is not what other people think, that’s always meaningless to me.

It’s what I’ll become in the near future, the unknown.