The inverse of love towards feeling wonderful, I can rebel while appreciating my opinion. I feel life at a finger’s breadth, it’s curious perhaps that’s why i won’t say now that I always wonder where I’ll end up asking questions for people who matter not, but in that moment are more important than the world.
Its paradoxical isn’t it how your brain can believe those who you would never give a second chance to, to be the most important thing you’ve ever cared about. But then I fight apathy don’t I? Whether addled or not, one easier than the other but the concept remains the self-despising regard for a person who cannot appreciate another human being not complacent but rather intrigued, care for others and they shall care for you.