Who am I, a human?

I don't know what I am at this very moment, I'm left without words. All the feelings a human can have, is inside me. Both all the happy, loving, caring , the angry, irritated, useless feelings and more are in me. All I wonder is; why the hell do I still care? Cause no matter what, I can't seem to be finding a good reason of doing it. I don't have any reason at all to care about this. So why do I? Because I'm human, that's it - if I'm logical... Perhaps? Who bloody hell cares? Think of whatever you want to think. I'm off.

/Anna