I hate it

I can’t even explain what I’m feeling when I’m alone and have time to think. And, if I could, I wouldn’t tell you anyways. Isn’t that fucked up? Being emotionally unattached to everyone. It’s lonely, yet it’s the only way I’ve known to live. They don’t even realize it either. There’s been very very few people that I’ve actually been able to be invested in, and they’re the ones that actually did end up hurting me in the end. And they’re the ones that I find myself dwelling on even now. After so much time, it’s always in the back of my mind and I’d kill to be able to rip it out and burn it. To never have to think about it ever again. Because, it gets physically and mentally exhausting. And, sometimes I feel like I might just be crazy. Just mentally fucked up.