Trying to pinpoint as to when I started giving up on everything around me... I'm trying to figure out why and how I got so twisted up that I stopped believing in anything. All I know is that I started to practice my own shit and now I can't see anything very clearly. Everything becomes distorted and meaningless and so fucking dull. I'm losing faith in art and music and literature and family and friends and happiness. And I stopped believing in myself long before I even realized that I don't care about anything. What's a bitch to do when all of a sudden... nothing really matters.
