Is trust worth the effort? Why do we find it so necessary to trust people? Why not just keep everything to ourselves, if when we do trust someone, most of the time they end up betraying that trust?
Questions like these make me realize how cold and distant I've become from my own emotions. I can talk about events of my life, and fabricate emotions that I think I should be feeling, but the moments that I actually feel are incredibly rare. Recently I feel, to be cliche and ridiculous, like a ghost.
I feel like I've lived a thousand lives, each of them less important than the last. Who am I now? Who will I be next month? I don't know if it's worth it anymore.
Time to quit procrastinating. I hate school.