Give me a topic

Give me a topic. Give something. Something that would occupy my mind at this moment.
It's empty. I'm empty. It's not who I am. It's weird. I'm weird. Or not. We all are weird, or normal....in a very difficult way. Or an easy one.
World is difficult and unexpected. Easy and predictable. I don't know which one is mine. I despise this feeling. Not knowing, feeling empty, not feeling anything at all.
It's opposite of me. I'm loosing it for no reason. I don't have control anymore.
I got lost in my own world. I feel like a stranger. Like an outsider. I can't find myself. And despite all this, I know I will be fine.
I know myself good enough to figure out that I will survive. Because I deal with this every single moment.
I seek for perfection. I understand that it's wrong. It's unhealthy. But that is who I am.
I never know what to say. My mind is too empty and too full.
I enjoy being alone. I hate it at the same time.
It might seem that I care. But I don't, though I do.
I don't feel, I think.
I don't think, I feel.
I don't know how to act around people, but somehow, things works out.
I would like to change the world. I'm a romanticist.
I've changed the world. My own world.
I feel like an outsider, but I'm not one of them. Others are.
I'm not fake, I don't trust people.
I might be judgy, but i'm not mean.
I want everything and nothing.
I don't know what I want, but when I do - I want, what I want, when I want it.
I'm diverse, like everyone around me.
I don't have hopes. I prepare for worst.
I live in my head. I don't want to fit it.
My smile might seem not visible. But I smile.
I don't understand love. I don't know love.
I like rainy days. More than sunny ones.
I still love light. It keeps me awake, but I don't mind.
I love darkness. It suits me.
I don't like being awake, I daydream instead.