If I could control who I cared about, it’d probably be someone who didn’t drag my emotions through fire. Love just means different things to different people. To some it’s just strong momentary feeling. I know that now. It’s too hard to care about people who don’t care about you in a way you find meaningful. I think you’re only supposed to black out after you go to sleep, but I’m sobering up now and I have no idea how certain events happened.