i don't know why i'd do it. because i could i guess. because i was grateful that these people were in my lives because, knowingly or not, they taught me things about the world and about myself. even the jerk offs in my math class taught me lessons that still stick with me today (like not calling people jerk offs in math class so i don't seem like a stuck-up bitch).
and maybe too i feel guilty for having it so easy. for being able to see the answers when others can't.
and it's possible it's all just an elaborate scheme so that i will have noble excuses for my inevitable shortcomings. it's easier to trip myself and be ready for the fall than to be surprised by chance on down the road.
i guess it all comes down to that we're only as strong as our weakest link business. i don't believe i have any more right to the things i have than anyone else. if anything, i believe they deserve them more. and we all know what can of worms that opens up, so let's just leave it at that. but the point is i don't want to be happy when people i know are sad. in fact, i don't even see how that is possible, but people do it every day.
so, for whatever reason, i've always felt like i had the whole weight of the world on my shoulders. in the emotional apocolypse of 2004, i broke that habit for the most part. now it isn't the whole world, but just my pre-2004 friends and family.
and this seems like a good thing, but i don't think it is. because the reason i don't care about new people is because i don't love them. i try really hard, but i can't seem to care about them at all. sometimes i loathe them for even being a part of my life because i just fucking know that they will hurt me. where i used to treasure the lessons to be learned from all people, i now despise people for being able to affect me at all.
it makes me sick to be so closed off, but, gee, i sure am safe from heartbreak. and isn't that what i wanted? yeah, it was. at least, i thought it was.
damn it, this isn't going where i wanted it to go at all. i quit. more later...