our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds.


I make mistakes.

A lot.

It happens, for the most part I don’t even care. At all.

I’m a terrible friend. I’ve always treated girls terrible.

I am beginning to wonder if its just because thats the way I am.

Its not like I go out of my way to do it. But I do it, and for the most part, I could care less about it.

I wonder what its like to truly have the capacity in myself to care. I obviously care about things, I’m not the robot I sometimes wish I was. But I know I don’t care like a normal person should, I just don’t, no way.

I don’t know where I am going with this.

Im listening to Death Cab a lot.

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