I like to think I'm a benign person, I care for everyone. I think for every individual, and for myself. I question things when I know I shouldn't, yet when I should, I don't.
There are sometimes, when you just don't care, you get into dark crevices where you don't understand anything, you don't understand anyone, you just don't want to. You pursue things you don't mean to, and wish you did things you that would benefit anyone, even your conscience. You end up regretting most things you do, and resenting yourself, and your consciences summaries. But I'm told not to talk about those times, told to forget, they're not actually real.
It's my own little world.
And I'm destroying it.
