I make mistakes.
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.