I draw and I write - mostly in my journal. Sometimes I do nothing, but I consider that to be something, too. I like people, how they're all so subtly though obviously unique - and similar. That's why I read: to understand and appreciate the way other people think and are. I think my life's purpose is to create, and to influence people through my art. That's all I've came up with. I have an overwhelming desire to be something. To show others that I am, in fact, someone. A life easily lacks meaning. I feel I don't try enough to fulfill mine.