And I Dont Care, 2005
original written 11-15-98, turned into prose 09-12-05
Im sick of people telling me that theyre glad that Im okay, and Im tired of people asking me and that condescending high-pitched voice (which is supposed to mean that they care) how Im doing. Well, Im fine. Im the same Ive always been. I know a lot has happened to me, and I know Ive gone through a lot, and I know that nothing gets better.
I know, I know, it all depends on your attitude thats what they tell me with amazing regularity and it doesnt do me any good and Im still angry and Ive still lost part of my life.
And maybe in theory Ill lose more I dont know
I dont care about the beautiful trees that are growing outside my home and I dont care about the chirps I hear from the birds outside. Thats not a nice way to put it, I know, but there are a lot of things I dont care about when the beautiful things have decided to take a turn for the worse for me.
Are things getting better? Objectively, I can say that I dont know, and I dont care.
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