Too some, simply a word, hollow and inconsequential. However, to me, this concept has become the simplified definition of my monotonous life. These hallways, swarmed with an abundance of adolescent youth. As I wander these wise halls that have witnessed generation after generation of unpretentious teenagers, I pass by a hundred faces, and yet I see none. I have conversations, without saying anything at all. Nothing but empty words exchanged between acquaintances. My classmates and I have little to no contact, for I feel wise beyond their years. To be surrounded by dozens of friends was a craving I longed for at one point in my life. Now I live beyond unessential wants of those around me. If my few close friends are not with me, I am more than likely to be alone. I am more than likely to be isolated.