It feels like everything is just a cycle. Same old, same old. I am tired of it. Tired of everything, that it just doesn’t matter anymore. I think it is better not to care or not to worry, sometimes. It helps you breathe, and think about stuff. Maybe someday, I won’t be this clueless anymore. Someday, something new would come into my life…where I would be the one that would matter…and nothing else. Sounds selfish, but don’t you wish for it too? To be cared for? To be loved?