Is it the shudder that the coffee has given me? Is it the lack of sleep or waking up at the wrong side of the bed? Is it the mere fact that I am less important to someone? Or that my stupidity has reached it’s unusual peak?
Is it how fast the movements of the people around me that I feel slow? Or the speed of time that makes me feel like a turtle?
Is it how high my expectations are? Or Am I being too idealistic again? Is really the world becoming unfair to me? Or am I left behind by my own doing?
Is life really unjust? Is the universe against me? Is it just me?