Don't.

Don't look at me like that.

Don't even delude yourself into thinking that you have even the slightest ability to force me to feel anything. Don't sit there and try and psychoanalyse me, because I can see right through you. I don't care how much you tell yourself that you actually give a damn about me, because we both know you don't. I don't need your pity, and I sure as hell don't need you sticking your opinions into every single part of my life.

Humanity is so illogical. For the most part, we require some kind of social interaction. However, that's where the problems occur. It seems like a very negative view of humanity, but we're actually incapable of "playing nice" with everyone, all the time. I like to imagine a world where everyone lives a perfectly self-contained existence. Depressing, maybe, but if you think about it... You wouldn't miss the social interaction if you had never experienced it, would you?

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I love how people ask me why I want to be a psychologist. They always expect some selfless bullshit about "wanting to help people".

HAHA, NOPE.

I don't give a damn about almost all of the people I encounter during my day-to-day life. If I ever actually become a psychologist, I'll care a whole lot less about my clients. Being emotionally invested in things takes energy, which I usually save for caring about the people that actually matter in my life.

The only reason I even want to do this is because it's interesting. Human beings do the strangest things for even stranger reasons. What drives a person? More importantly, what makes them break?

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Her passing was marked with grey matter splattered on white walls, for beauty is in the eye of the beholder.