Today it smells like Soap, Lime, and Pomegranate

I'm not so much concerned about what's going to happen to me tomorrow as I am with who I am going to be when tomorrow arrives. It's become undoubtebly clear to me that certain emotions and feelings aren't only disabilities, but also possibilities. Possibilities to be lead to believe the unbelievable and so forth. Anyway, the point is something I am currently making increasingly difficult to push across. So let me try to push it harder. Lately, I've cared less; however, I could care even less. This truth is unsettling. I want to care more, not less. Sacrifices of the heart and mind are making me nostalgically ill and decision making has become as easy as eeny meeny. See? I don't even make it to the miney moe anymore, I'm that decisive comparatively. What I mean by sacrifices leads me to something I've been quoting more often- "Sacrifices for the Greater Good." What is this "Greater Good" I am constantly referring to? It isn't God- lawdy Lord even knows my sacrifices are less than religiously inclined. It isn't for the well-being of the world- I've stoppped recycling (sad face). Is it for me?- Nah, nah, nah, I've yet to reach the breaking point with my self-induced narcissism. It's moreso (for lack of a better term) for the future. No, not the "hovering cars-multidimensional-timetravel-chipsinbrains" future; the "fuckimincollege-fuckihavekids-fuckimgettingold-fuckimafatass" future. I'd very much like to reduce my chances of saying, "I wish I could've, wish I had've, wish I didn't." Therefore the choices I am making now are more conscious. Those fast quick "what the hell, fuck it, why not" choices I've been making have been extremely risky, but very effective in making me "carpe diem."