This has little to no purpose.

As I have no idea what I am about to write. I may just spill my whole heart into this one blog, and never blog ever again. Blogging seemed to have made me seem cynical and depressed. The world is nothing, we are nothing why am I living?

I can answers all my own questions, I am always questioning myself.

Can I tell how I really feel? Never, it's like when you feel hungry, you're not, you're thirsty instead.

Do I believe in happiness? Yes. Because I can, the world is full of emotion and I want to ride the emotional curve of every single one of them. I want to be in touch with myself, even if I'll never know it.

What is wrong with me? Nothing, there could be a long list, or essay, showing the technicalities of what is wrong with me. Really, there is nothing wrong with me, because no one is perfect and everyone has something wrong with them. I am an individual, but I am not at the same time.

Why do my own dreams decieve me? I have no idea. They don't want what I want, but I guess they show me what my life really is going to be. I'm going to be with someone I will never lover and then suffer throughout my whole life. I'm going to fall down, I'm going to fail then, suddenly, my life will end before I can fight for my chance to breathe.

Do I want to be loved? Sure.

Do I want to love? Not in a romantic sense, I honestly think I'd be happier alone. I am out of my mind, I'd just hurt people. Drive them insane. I couldn't handle to care for someone else. How could love me, I am out of mind?

Why do I cry so much? Confusion. Frustration. I don't know anymore. Eventually I just cry, I could be anywhere, it could be anything. Sometimes in life you feel like you're never good enough, even when someone is pushing you to the point of a breakdown.

What am I doing here? Making a statement. I am here to succeed and rub it in the faces of those people who didn't believe I could be anything. I live to prove things people say wrong.

Would you commit suicide? No. Why kill yourself when you take on whatever is making you unhappy in life? You don't. Nothing, no one can reduce anyone to that. Forever and always we will be strong and never will someone else's actions be the cause of my reason to die.

I can't think of anymore, but knowing me, I'll ask some to myself again.

I finally found something I could be really good at in life. Listening and empathizing with someone. People say a good psychologists sits there and listens to you and tries to give you advice. To me, that is not enough. I want to flip the world of psychology around and I don't care if I get made fun of for doing it.

I want to show whoever is talking to me that I care and that I want to feel what they, just so I can relate. I would go to the ends of the Earth to help me better understand a person. I would sit there with tears in my eyes while listening, because I honestly care about other people. Maybe you're supposed to be cool, calm and collected in that situation. But I don't believe that is effective. If I wanted to talk to someone, I'd want them to try to understand. I'd want them to think about what I said later on, and really feel. I want to be the psychologist who is known for how good she can connect with people. I want everyone to understand that I really just want to listen and speak from my heart.

If all I could ever tell him was that I want to know how his mind works.