Now entering the great state of Apathy. I feel like I’m out of fuel. I’m out of motivation. I love some things, but I love nothing TOO much, you know? And I want to. I really really want to. Feel full of something. I don’t know the point of things most of the time. Why so empty, heart? Why am I constantly hungry for something, yet too apathetic to find what it is?
All I’m trying to say is, the reasons I love you, can’t be seen in a mirror.