lesbians are friggin drama queens

i can't seem to feel very much.... i don't know why or maybe i do but i don't really care. there's not a lot i care about these days. kinda been that way for the last 4 years. they say when you hit rock bottom, you can't really get much lower and things generally start to improve. i beg to differ.
we were in the car today talking bout pets. my mum went on to talk about our dog that we had to put to sleeps ages ago when i was just 13. i remember how heart breaking it was and how it tore my mum as well. thinking of that emotion makes my stummy ill. further into the conversation, mum went on about why she doesn't want to keep pets cause in the end you know you're going to lose them and they do more often than not, die b4 you do. that comment of hers started wheels in my head...
it really bugs me how some people can be so melodramatic over a breakup. incessant bawling, suicide threats and drunken binges. its almost as if they'd lost that person for good. there's nothing more final in life than death itself.

i shun intimacy cause its just too hard...
perhaps it makes more sense to fuck and forget
maybe there's just too many things to do and not enough time to accomplish everyone
perhaps i'm just too playful
......or maybe i'm just cold.

*shrugs