I wonder what it’s actually like to live life and not care… not in a reckless way,but just in a way that means you don’t dwell on things and can see even the worst of things as something small that you can get over. Imagine not needing someone to love you, and not needing someone to love. Are these people truly happy? Or are they completely miserable and have given up?
The fact that I am utterly and completely not good enough makes me feel so sick.