Truth be told sometimes I hate myself. I can understand others better than I can understand myself. What I don't understand about myself is why I'm never satisfied. I do whatever I please most of the time. I talk to my family, I visit them, I see friends, I keep myself busy doing anything that strikes my fancy. I read, paint, garden, cook, eat, swim. I'm connected to friends via Facebook, I read world news, I know whats going on in general, I follow subjects that interest me. But, and this is the big but, I'm never satisfied. I keep wanting something I don't know what it is. I feel hungry for something, thirsty. I keep thinking about this missing substance but I can't put my finger on it. But there is still this missing link that keeps me unfulfilled, yearning, homesick for this unknown matter.
