I have just been drifting around ... being led by circumstances. I am just no good. Probably deep inside, I am not really trying to help. Somehow, I get the feeling that all I have done I did because I wanted to be needed. That maybe if I did something for them ... then maybe, I'd have a place to belong. There's a side of me that comforts itself like that. That does not mean that I do not want to help, but, that does not mean I really want to help either.