little musings
the end is near. and i am so indifferent about the entire thing. i really couldnt care if i talked to any of these people ever again, with a few notable exceptions, but if i never saw any of these people ever again, i wouldnt be broken up over it. does that make me a bad person? it bothers me that im so indifferent about most things, i really have lost whatever drive ive had for caring for others, or making a difference in the world, or shaping the lives of kids. ugh i hate that about myself.