Sometimes I think I care too much about ego. And worry too much about others. Maybe I should learn how to appreciate what I have. But

my heart doesn’t listen. It matters to me, somehow, even if it shouldn’t. Who is she, to affect me, when half the time the things I do I don’t even bother talking to her. Perhaps it’s not the length of time that you know someone that matters, but the quality? I don’t know. I’m just .. Perhaps, affected. why? Why? Why. 

-shz

Random short rant because well I’m supposed to type out my feelings but it’s too mafan on a phone.