No inspiration.

Whatever it takes to make a person speak, is nothing,
whatever it takes make a person move is only a tiny thing, but
whatever it takes to make a person love, is everything.
I guess you can disagree, even if you think what im saying here is real. It does struck people when they suddenly write in their diary about all the embarrassing thoughts they have to themselves, the unforgivable things that they wanna do, and the blindly selfishness of wanting something to themselves, but all these, it wont happen ! would it ? Cause its all just in a diary ! You might think to yourself, how are you suppose to love this person who write all these things into their diary, but in the end, it turns out that person itself, is you! You are the person writing all these things in your own diary. How are you to cenvey the message from your diary into the real world ? By speaking ? My moving? Or by loving exactly what you write in your personal diary. Think im distured? I certainly think not. But im numbed by the surroundings with no inspiration, no comment, no initiative, no nothing.