Blase

Dissapointments are sadly perpetual. I don't know how I've come to master the art of indifference, the resilience I've built astounds even me. I keep waiting to snap, but it never comes, I think maybe I subconsiously await for the duplicity - the deceit. The extents people will go through to harm someone, to get the worst out of their carefully crafted characters, have reached new heights. Unprecedented heights, Jesus.