Unpredictable

Sometimes I just feel I don't belong. Not just it. For me, everybody fits somewhere, but me.
Needs. I have some of them, expose them, cry about them. But even though, it seems nothing matters.
I need to be someone else.
I need to be more confident.
I need to be myself.
I need to forget.
I need to be happy.
I need to be loved.
I need to be.
I need.

Somewhere, I know I went wrong. Can't do anything, now that I'm just writing here what's in my mind at this exactly moment. Just like that, clean and unpredictable.
Is it making any sense? I hope not.