I watched a show about some homeless people the other day and it moved me to tears because I felt powerless. Not that I wasn't sad for the people but I was more sad for myself because it made me realize what a small part of a huge world I was and how am I supposed to make a difference? I can sit here writing in my diary thinking I am immortalizing myself for other people to see. If anyone even reads my diary. I enjoy reading other people's because it shows me that other lives are going on at the same time and allows me to see it through their eyes and there is something voyueristically intriguing about that.
Plus what else am I supposed to do?