It's the loneliest feeling in the world

to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down.    To have everybody look at you and say,
“What’s the matter with her?” I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound
of your own footsteps.   Shutters closed,   blinds drawn,   doors locked against you.   And you aren’t sure
whether you’re walking toward something,  or if you’re just walking away.