Selfish this is, these thoughts are selfish. I know someone must care, because all that bleeds through my veins are feelings, yet it's not enough. I have thought about this over, and over....and over. I still can't seem to find the point, nor the meaning. I'm here, I exist, and that's it. Will I make an impact on anything that matters? No. What actually matters? Nothing. I have began to run myself down with the terrifying thoughts of void. I afraid because there is no where here for me. I have found one thing that keeps me going, but it's leaving. I don't believe anyone could actually love the way I love people, I feel it. I truly feel it inside my body. I love so much that it hurts. It hurts for me to watch people pretend to be who they are not, it hurts to see them believe what they do is out of "love." If I could start my life over... I wouldn't. I could have it worse, but I know how hard I am on my body.... feeling this way all the time, and I'm starting to become numb. I am starting to hear nothing but my thoughts, I'm already beginning to cease to exist, it's just a matter of time. Until I begin to fade away.... and I can't stop it

I believe in unconscious fate, that when you meet someone in your life, even just crossing paths in the market, that in one reality or another you have changed fate between yourselves, a situation, or even an idea that has not been thought of yet. By creating your own being, you are also creating a persona of vibes others consume without knowing. This is why some fates, that cross paths, and lead to the same direction, are perceived as love.