"I’m in an imperfect world, doing imperfect things. I let my ego control my heart and block any possible love from coming into my life. I act selfish and desire nothing more but to show you how much I love, but I’m not sure how-i just don’t know any other way to act. You wish you understood why and how I do things, but I have no idea how to speak feelings so I block out as many emotions as possible. I frustrate so many in a million ways, but I just block out your concerns and keep walking hoping you get a hint, because I don’t know how to give you one. You say “what’s wrong” and I say “absolutely nothing” force a natural smile. And maybe someday I will find someone with enough patience of my torturing, silent screaming stares."