

there eventually comes a point where you can only care so much. once the same shit happens over and over again, you kind of quit caring. not enough to say fuck it, but just enough to hope, just HOPE, it fucking stops.
i hate when people get mad over absolutely nothing, but i do it. i also hate when people say they hate something that they do themselves, yet i do it. i hate liars, but i lie. i hate haters, but i’m hating.. so should i hate myself?