There is a sense in which there is intent, that is, will, in intentionality, but to see this you need to assume a will to will. It is as if there is a little deliberate push in every movement of the mind. This seems strange because these movements are often involuntary and because desire as an instantiation of will (desire is specific, will is general) is generally not satisfied. But say that the tiny flutterings of mind are willed too quickly for you to fully recognise them, instead of recognition you experience a little spark of feeling, perhaps against the grain. These feelings are the natural termini of the correspondingly minute intentions. Intentions so understood always terminate in a moment of pure feeling, that is how they are extinguished, and these pure feelings are how you recognise yourself. The self consists entirely of these - and of their condition of possibility if you want to get metaphysical. Everything else that you think of as the self are just conceptual abductions, bits of theory meant to tie them together. In a similar way it is not hard to recognise a desire to desire behind even the most frustrating of desires.