Why do I even bother?

There's always that time where everything is against me.
And it's because of the way I am.
I guess I don't give enough cares in the world or something.
Maybe I was betrayed countless times to counteract that.

Who knows.

How can someone gain the ability to care when the person doesn't obviously have it?
Am I to blame for their hatred? Their sole reason to wish me away?

Personally, I am one of the worst.. somehow.
Why am I the only one who can cry... when I can't feel anything?

_{Kin's Tumblr..}