Why are we here, and where do we go, and how come it's so hard?
I was thinking about the past few years, and it feels like I'm out of love. Like I'm just too emotionally exhausted to love people any more. And after all that's happened with me and trying to find things. I've found that after a certain hippy experience last summer, I stopped caring passionately for people. I've noticed how jaded I've become, and am not sure if this should be classified as a bad thing...or perhaps a good things.As on the one side, I feel somehow less human; but on the other, I feel like now I can keep my nose out of trouble.
Is this growing up?
Was it the drugs??
Is this growing up?
Was it the drugs??