Some days I beat myself senseless with regret and remorse and self-hatred, while others I simply shrug it off and keep going. More and more often, I find these days merging into weekends, even weeks. Just... alternating between the two polar opposites of caring and not caring. Of caring so much it hurts, and of glancing at everything with a cold, crystal eye.

Today, I am crystal, yesterday I cared. What changed?