there just is no fucking point. im not expecting anything anymore. though knowing me, this cycle will probably repeat itself. i ain't individualistic enough to say fuck it for long. fuck, it's my fault - i care too much, i involve myself too much. i don't even know why i care so much, when i know the truth, beneath the gallivanting, beneath the jokes and the chilling-out. i don't know why i expect anything, i've known all the way from that start that this is what you get, when you trade sincerity for this. and i thought this was what i wanted. now, i dont know if i want either.

and i think the reason why im all crumbly is because you stated the truth. that there really isn't any single person you can depend on, always. lovers come and go, friends drift in and out of your life, eventually, you are all that you have.