I don't care anymore. I don't even give a damn and yet I'm still trying to pick up bits and pieces about it, making things sensible to myself. The more I read the more painful it becomes. I don't know what feeling it is.. jealousy ? maybe. I don't know how long this has been growing within me, but there is hatred, grudge, and grief in my initially-innocent self. But I guess, the evil is always within each and every one of us right ? I just have to control it.. and really learn to let go of things, no matter how meaningful it was, no matter how precious it was. After all, the journey isn't about looking back right ?
