i don't know... in random

i really actually wonder why the world has problems. umm, i actually think the human race is supposed to be going somewhere. i think that we have an assignment in our earthly lives, more than actually: having the freedom of choice to decide where we’re going.
umm, i’m actually embarassed by the way i write.
i really have grammar mistakes sometimes.
why do i actually…want to solve problems. i’m also working daily at my own job.
i actually want to: solve problems and earn money for it.
how do i know if my answers are getting heard? oh shocks, i’m so embarassed.
how do i know if....kind of…i matter here or something.
i really don’t know.
i think i have to matter to myself, somewhat intrinsically, yes.
am i really hoping forever that someone will notice these things i’m writing or thinking about.
i don’t know: publish button seals the deal....
i write things…i self-publish things.... and being a person....i don’t know.
i guess i’ll rephrase my own description of myself as: someone who has many thoughts and moments to umm, share or write about. but i think i’m not distinguishable or someone who stands out.