I take it all. That's my job. I watch everyone and help them all, caring little for myself. It's my job. But sometimes, deep within myself, I begin to wonder....why? What does it matter? I put up so many false pretenses it's not even funny. I don't consider them lies. What does it matter if I neglect to inform anyone of what's going on in my head? It does no one any good. I'd have to actually believe my thoughts, no, my very emotions mattered for me to speak about them. So, I deal. I withhold the majority of myself from prying eyes. It's something I convince myself that I can live with. But, I feel. I have wants. Love. I have one. It does me no good. It's all pain. But, we bear what we must. I'm a person who believes in fate, and in Karma. Yet I do all the good, and get all the bad. How pathetic I sound even to my own ears. Good. Let everyone see exactly who I am. Human.