I'm that unknown guy in the corner. the one who's borderline creepy because he never says anything to anyone. the one who awkwardly looks up from his drink only to force a smile and blush. the one who feels alone and shy and apart from people. and places. and times. the one sitting alone at the coffee shop, with dark glasses on snickering at Onion headlines and avoiding eye contact. the one who lurks you on chat, not because he's a pervert, but because you look like you might not judge or condemn or insult or belittle. because you look like you might just understand. i wish i could say.....well...........anything to you. i want you to hear me speak and laugh and cry and SCREAM. i want you to know that we could have been friends.