Cold & hardened.

I don't know why I can't get tired of being jealous or being so miserable.

Maybe it's that kind of sensation. It's like, yeah, you get a piece of warmness, you can stop being curious and then slowly it feels like it's boiling and that it's better when you don't know a single thing.


Actions I did had made me regret much deeper than what I thought it would only be. & yet I can't grow tired, or even a least bit sign of exhaust even when it's killing me so badly.

I need to stop finding out. But I won't.