So, this is the end.
Right now, every day seems to be passing in a blur and I don't seem to realize that A's are in 2 weeks. People around me seem more and more like strangers, faces I wouldn't have recognized if I passed them by on the street.
Behind all those faces, I never knew what thoughts lay beneath them. And the more I find out, the more I realize maybe it's better left untouched.
Yes, I don't believe in true love anymore. And yes, I don't believe in faith anymore. I feel disillusioned because of my apathy, but if I don't think too deeply about it, I don't feel anything. Everyday is about passing jokes and laughter. Then I return home to an empty room and an even emptier heart.
But I like it this way, and I don't need your fucking pity, because as unbelievable as it is, I rather feel this way then feel anything at all.
And maybe one day, maybe this carousel ride will stop.
It's time for a change.
