Strange feeling

Dear Characters,

If there isn't a strange feeling I'm having something is wrong. However these days I've been a little unsure as to my exact feelings. Goes to show that I've still more to learn about myself. There is so much more that I don't know, who am I? What is my significance? What is my original character? Truly, actors are the most brave people in the world. They must face themselves daily, look at themselves and be happy despite the monsters that ravage them each and every day. Self created monsters. Every day they battle themselves for control and acknowledgment to tap deeper into the resources of their field.

That is what separates good acting from bad acting. Great actors can look themselves in the face and see no limitations as to where they're going. The world is not limited, and the bad actors quiver in the mirror. Cowards! Even as I write this I want to cry because no one gets it. No one understands. This isn't just about acting anymore. Generation to generation our kids experience rape, suicide, murder, discrimination, genocide, homicide, accidents, and you know. Most of all they've experienced

No love.

Pig headed Christians talk about love but they care too much about the word of the word rather than the spirit of it. Judgmental bastards will point out everyone's flaws but they can't look themselves in the mirror. Perfectionists don't realize it can't be perfect. Genius is rewarded with irresponsibility. Control freaks are out of control. Doesn't anyone realize that the in all of the beauty of the world what is imperfect is the most beautiful? Why doesn't anyone love what they have? Why would you love more if you don't love little? Damn it.

I don't know these days wither I'm smart or stupid because no one seems to see what I see. Nor are they feeling what I'm feeling. I can understand if they're not experiencing what I'm experiencing.