questions.

Why am I here? Does anyone even care at all? Here I am... and I write, and I talk, and I pour out deep thoughts and insignificant babble in the same breath and no one even bothers to care. I see that you all visit, but you are nameless, faceless masses that march through my world and back out again. It's odd in that today was a great day, and today went well and good. But yet this same melancholy comes to haunt me. Its something I can never escape. But life is good, and all is fine... so why do i even bother...