It's the same story every time. I know it but don't like to voice it aloud. Jason did, though. "The people you love the most are incapable of loving you." It's true. I'll never get it back because they have nothing to give. Somehow, I think if I pour enough of myself into them, they'll give it back one day in return but vaccuums only consume and nothing ever comes back out.

Today was one of those days, when I wondered why I cared about sustaining the lie of existence. It doesn't really get you anything. Everyone dies in the end, don't we?