I think to myself that I live the life of someone who has nothing... I don't though...I have a lot of things... but sometimes that's how I see things... and then I realize what I really have...and that they're very special to me... and then I realize what I'm missing out in and what I've missed out in because of what I have and what's special to me... I know... I'm a confusing person! But I feel as if I'm missing something inside me that I won't be able to find until I'm let out into the world to find it, instead of being locked up in my house all the time.