It disgusts me to know that I am perfectly capable of sudden departure. Of course I'd like to think that I am someone who cares about every single darn thing. In fact I do care about a lot of darn things, especially the trivial ones - it's the light winds that ruffle my feathers. But I guess I've got to accept that people can't help the way they feel; can't help if they don't care.
I've had it with you and your nonsense, your judgments. Oh screw it.
The other one. It scares me how I cannot shake you off.