I wish I had the words, the talent to write what's going through my mind, to better explain why I am the way I am and why I think the way I do. Maybe then you would understand why I lost my faith in people, why the whole idea of trust seems completely absurd to me, why I can't break the barrier between acquaintance and friend, why I have never felt love. Why I feel so far away from those who surround me, why I feel like the cliché of the outsider. Why I feel like those who say they care are discretely pushing me away. I could explain how I know that I am of no importance to others, that my presence is merely decorative. I am like an intimate diary, you write your lives inside of me but I have no life of my own. I wish I could explain all of this, then maybe you would answer. Then I would know why I am void of love and hope, why I am the audience instead of an actor in the show. I wish you would know, I wish you would care...