you know what’s scary? the feeling when you realize you don’t care anymore. you stop caring about your health, you stop taking your medication, you stop looking both ways when crossing the street. when you realize you’re not afraid to die.
maybe i don’t hate everyone. maybe i have so much empathy for them and love people to much. so much, it drives me to the point where i can’t function. maybe i feel bad for them, because some people are so stupid that they have no idea what is happening to the world around them. maybe i’m scared for them because one day they will become the self destructive monster i have become.
i feel guilty because i have it good, too good. i have a nice family, i live in a nice home and i have some people who actually give a fuck about my well-being. i have it too good to be this sad, and it drives me fucking mad. i’m too much of a fucking moody baby. i’m just not the same anymore