I’m always stretching myself thin. Wearing myself away for no goddamn reason. Those that care too much are always withering themselves away, while those who don’t give two shits about anything but themselves thrive. They thrive in their own self-rightous horseshit. I don’t understand it. There’s so much I don’t understand. But I crave the understanding. Long for it. I want it to lift me up and carry me away; drop me down, and I’ll land right on my feet. Right. On. My. Feet. And just keep running until there’s nothing left but footprints. Footprints in the sand that’ll be washed away by time. Like they were never even there at all.