Perspective

Sometimes it is a matter of perspective.
Current mood: listless
Sometimes I have a hard time feeling anything.
I always fuck myself up with perspective.
I feel lonely at the moment, but my mind fucks that up into why do you need company to feel normal?
Sometimes in my solitude it all just makes sense though.
Sometimes I feel compassion for everything and everyone, and my perspective can attempt to heal a situation.
Other times my perspective cannot allow me to give a shit.
I feel like my angels and my demons are at war constantly and I cannot possibly escape them.
And ultimately... who gives a fuck anyways?