Why do people pour out their hearts to me? Probably because I listen well and because I tell them to tell me what's bothering them. But why, when something is bothering me, they can never tell? I'm not one to share my thoughts, but sometimes I just wish there was someone I could relate to, someone I could talk to and not have to hold back anything. I feel so alone right now. I've got so much to share but no-one to share it with. My soulmate is gone and there's no way for me to see or even talk to her. I miss her and don't even have anyone to talk to about that, let alone everything else. I want to be alone but I can't. I want to be with people but I can't. I don't know where any of this came from... it's like reading his heart has inspired me to write mine.
