Time begrudgingly ticks by, and a lonely male sulks in his bed. His face lit up from a screen, casting shadows across his sullen face. Darkness colors the bags under his eyes, his mouth drawn in a powerfully dismissive line yet, drooping at the corners. He is brimming with exhaustion, and yet, his mind continues to whir, he attempts to mind his business, but cannot resist scrolling passed the many faces lit up in delight, many of men and women, some with rings, others simply hand in hand or in each other’s arms in a loving embrace, “Why can’t it ever be like this for me? It’s never that easy...” The man’s eyes begin to sting with tears and a whimper escapes his trembling lip. He gnaws on his piercing and sets down his phone, breaking into a broken sob, hands seizing fistfuls of his own hair and tugged. “Why can’t I be normal?”