Whats the point?

Hello dear readers....
why did i just write that? no one will read this... i must be mad to think that people would ever be interested in my pathetic existance.
except angelina....
she is the only flickering flame in the dark cave of my soul.
whenever i look at her i feel like some of the never ending emptyness has been filled.
then i go home again... and i cry... i cry meaningless tears... i cut myself... i bleed meaningless blood.
but how do i know if she feels the same way? i dont...