I crave anonymity not because I want to be invisible forever, but because of the hope. The anticipation.
If nobody knows me they don't know how boring and self-absorbed I am. I can be anything. Anonymity is a chance to emerge interesting and important. While a nameless face, the dream is alive.
I crave the hope of the dark. Stepping into the light, I am fresh. All is possible.
Interest is a fickle lover. Freshness dies and I must leave. Find a new dark corner for fanciful ambitions. Dreams are much gentler than the struggle to obtain them.
...I really should be doing homework right now. I'm so embarrassed of everything.