Love

It's all about love

Do I look very stupid, isnt it?
But i'm not merely talking about the love of a man.
You see: I'm that kind of people who is able to listen and capable of be empathetic.
I feel pain and happiness in others, even those I meet in the street.
I can feel what they feel.
I'm the shoulder to cry on, your secret diary, but even if seems that this fills my heart, it's not enough.
Sometimes I feel lost.
And I dont know why.