Isn't it sad that I care more about people than they care about me, and yet I still care about them? Isn't it sad that I feel like razors get me better than a person ever will? Isn't it sad that I push people away when I need them the most? Isn't it sad that I feel the need to be perfect in some off chance that maybe my family will care & love me? Isn't it sad that I'm cutting myself off from everyone because I feel like they shouldn't care, I mean, why should they care when I don't? I think it's sad. That's why I'm sitting here, writing this while I'm crying.