I’m having a mental breakdown at the campus library when I saw him.
He is one of my friend. I know his name. Sometimes I talked to him. The thing is… at most of the times, he talks to himself. He laugh, smiles, gets angry… grins.. whispers… at himself.
And now, at the time I wrote this, he is smiling, and laughing happily, but with no one talking to him. Everyone who walks through him would turn their eyes to him for just a moment… knowing that something is wrong with this guy, but do nothing. They afraid. So am i.
I wish I know what to do, and have enough courage to do it.