I am lost. Loneliness is the only certainty I've been blessed with. Idly watching time go by, days become nights that become rainy days to reflect our minds. Creativeness is something I aspire to gain, but it's something not acquired, but something I feel is... inherent. I can't be unique, when all I'm surrounded by is solitude and "logic." But, don't get me wrong, I'm not a logical person; also, I cannot begin to comprehend this thing you call emotion. I need not ask for help; self-pity and pity from others is the last thing I desire. I'd like to become less greedy. Let me become someone who brings no harm to others. You may laugh at me; I know this, because this is all too natural--I've grown up with loneliness my whole life. I am still lost. I'd like to ask for help, but doing so will not help me find out who I really am. Although I would not like to stand out, I don't want to fade away; I can't fade away for those who've wasted their effort on me. I must demonstrate at least some form of resilience, my own character. My name is Mark. If you ask me about what I think, I will not be able to give you an answer, because I can't say anything about myself because I do not know myself. What I think I DO know, I do not. Anything I say is a stream of consciousness caused by foolish perceptions shrouding me from being a transcendent person.