There is no realization more powerful than that of your own insignificance.
Out of how many people in the world - how many of them actually care about you?
Out of how many people in your life - how many actually love you?
There are so few people in our lives who truly love us. This month has sunk that realization in deep for me. My circle shrank quite a bit.
It's thoughts like these, and people like that, that cause my depression.
I don't know why I still care.
I don't know how to stop caring.
What benefit is there? Except pain.
It's a sucky reality.
It's a bitch. Shit. Crap. A farce. Whatever word you care of think of, positive or negative.
But for me, sometimes it's just harsh.
Songs from yesterday:
Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy
Memory by Sugarcult
Everybody by Ingrid Michaelson
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