There's a moment in your life when everything you think you know goes to hell. It happens sometimes. You don't know what has caused it, who reminded you that you have actually felt it all the time, all along... You walk down the street and suddenly, it strikes you. You have to stop, sit. You give it a thought, maybe two, no more and hide it back. Unfortunately it comes back, again and again and again. The day comes you get tired and realize hiding doesn't help, it doesn't. It will not. So you cry, you yell your lungs out at the world because he has been unfair. You know he has... But who will listen? Understand? Who will care?
"I am Fortune's fool" Romeo, Act III Scene 1