My moods aren't fluctuating terribly as of late. My heart is drifting back into its sheltered state. It doesn't want to care for the things that hurt me in the past.

I really want to learn how to become indifferent to feelings that would put me on the edge of my patience. It's just so frustrating to give a shit about something meaningless for months, because in the end, did it really matter at all?

No, and you know you could have done without the ache you had to carry in your heart everywhere you went, every thought you had in mind, and every dream.

I just don't understand why it matters. Does it mean I still have this faint hope, glimmering ever so dimly in the dark? If I ever did possess hope, it is garnished with bad karma.

Let go.