I care too much, I'm a nuisance.
I care too little, it's insufficient.
I care just nice, it's not worth it.
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I don't want to have the can't-be-bothered thinking again, but if I bother myself with things then I realise I'm the one suffering in the end. Cb.
A joke, how all my grades are filled with C-s and B-s. They make up a lot of CB-s.
A joke, how much I tried to give or take and everything still fails.
I'm ready to see how fucked up you are. Or the next one. Or the next next one.
How much I want to believe that you're not, that you're somebody meant for me, yet the feeling isn't really quite there yet.
Ignorance is the new best friend.
