Pouring my soul onto empty pages

I'm nothing but a college student and a voice among billions.  Why should you listen to me?  --i don't know why and you don't have to honestly. Honestly! but it would be nice to lend an appreciating ear.   It would be out of my selfish desire for communication, that interpersonal imperative that I haven't successfully followed through on, to want you to listen to me.

I'm starting this blog because I'm bored as heck, its the middle of a break, and I find my mind wandering aimlessly without a willing outlet around.  I know you've probably felt that way at least once in your life when you tell yourself: NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME! and while riled up in that emotional state, bashed your head on the next nearest hard surface (maybe a nice hot kettle or a metal bat), or hold in that mental stress of yours to release upon the next unsuspecting person that you just happened to come by and that stays to listen.  But I'm willing appeal to you emotionally (plead) that while this lack of understanding on other's parts seem to apply, my situation is slightly different.