I felt like writing my mind out

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He wrote to me 

" I felt like writing my mind out, that is the only way I can communicate my ideas. I trusted many people in my life, I also loved unconditionally,  I tried to express my love to my loved ones in million ways but all of this was in vain. I tried and tried and tried... but all was in vain

I, for the moment, want to start anew, and make my own rules. I want to be frank and clear about almost everything in my life. I want to look for true love in people until I find one. I want to write every day and make money, and make all my dreams come true. I may do a lot of wrong things that I shouldn`t do but I am pushed. I tried hqrd to find a loving spirite but none, everyone is struggling in life. Everyone is unique and stuck in their own lives. I think I am the only one who is as clear as cristal about their desires, dreams and goals. I am writing not to impress but to express and find a way out for my supressed feelings, my handcuffed dreams. I want to break free from every obligation and commitment in my life. I want to see my soul in front of me with all its whiteness and dark spots. I want to meet every person I treated well and listen to their thanks and gratitude, as well as every person I may have done harm to them and apologize to them sincerely. I love God and I know he loves me, that is why I am trying hard to be a better me every single day no matter what my circumenstances are.

I wrote this because..."

 I read this, I felt what he wrote about

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