What the fuck does it even matter anymore

Sometimes I remember the things that are important to me in life.  It makes me sad.

As often as I say Brave is my "favorite movie", it's really not; Princess Kaguya is my favorite movie.  It's just not exactly "light watching" material -- more like the opposite.

I have two love/hate relationships in my life: one of them is because I pushed them away and another is because they pushed me away.

I'd like to say that it's hard but I'm not even trying.  I don't even know what I want anymore.  Why should I feel any sympathy for myself?