In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer...

Sometimes you just get so exhausted and fed up with caring, that you finally decide to not care anymore.  There comes a point where you realise that you just care too much...and it's too exhausting to keep on living this way. There comes a time where you realise that you seem to care about things so much more than the other person, so what is the point? Why waste this energy when I could be putting it towards something more constructive? Perhaps one of the most tiring things is the fact that you know that the other person will never realise any of this. And they will always remain oblivious to their actions and how they really feel. So they continue to lie to themselves and to you..when all you have been is honest. What is the point in any of it? It's all just a lie anyway. -amor e morte.