I guess I'll never know exactly why this strong curiosity strikes me at the most random times. I'm happy. Things are going fantastically. And yet--there's always going to be some small degree of curiosity, not enough to make me jump headfirst like I used to, in fact I'm quite weary of my surroundings now. I care. I'll never stop caring. But I'll never care enough to make the same mistake twice. Or three, four...maybe ten times. I'm not perfect. I just wish it would go away.