Aloof

There's not much in my life that matters to me anymore.
There's not much that I'm afraid to lose. There's been too much loss, and now I expect it. It's all fleeting. Evanescent. I remember when there were so many things that were so important to me that I couldn't imagine living without them, and the thought of having to do so scared me so much. No longer.
There's not a lot that I care about. Not that I don't care about my friends - I mean things like virtue and character and spirituality and chastity. This is so unlike who I used to be.
But everything could very well be impossible. It's too hard to hope.
Anymore.