I don’t care.
I don’t care enough to get better.
I don’t care enough to kill myself.
I don’t care enough to take anything seriously.
I don’t care enough to make anyone happy.
I don’t care enough to prove anyone wrong.
I don’t care enough to be on time.
I don’t care enough to keep my promises.
I don’t care enough to accomplish anything.
I don’t even care enough to get up early 😛
I don’t care, no one else does, I am a pathetic, retarded little child and if I die, I might just make a lot of people smile, it might even cheer this place up a little bit, if you think otherwise, if you’re about to type ‘itgetsbetteryou’reahumanbeingwithvalidbeliefsandfeelingsandsomeonesomewherelovesyou’, you’re an idiot or a liar and I’m fucking sick of it.
Some people actually aren’t worth shit, you know, and I’m one of them.
Even people like me think I’m pathetic, I’m a cancer, I don’t belong anywhere, I wasn’t meant for anything, I am not worth anything and, as such, I have no right to exist.
It’s that simple.
But you know what, that’s okay, because who cares, really?
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You cared enough to post here. You cared enough to arrange your sentences in a pleasing manner. You cared enough to try to get your message across.
You care enough to be angry about the way things are.
You’ve got some evil glasses on and you are looking in the mirror. That sucks.
Peace and love and acceptance are out there. Only you can decide if it’s worth the effort to find them and transform yourself so you can accept them.
I hope you do because I care.
A) Yay, I can string a fucking sentence together.
B) The way things are is the way they should be.
C) Not only do I not believe that, I put it to you that it is fundamentally impossible for anyone (i.e. everyone) subject to the facets and limitations of human nature to provide such comforts.
D) I have no intention of proving myself wrong or transforming myself because it’s already too late and, unfortunately, I do not mean that in terms of self-actualization/redeeming myself; I have wasted/blown every opportunity that came my way and, waiting for more, I missed the chance to make my own, now I have nothing, no purpose, no friends, and I’m quite pissed that I’m still not allowed to die, because apparently I have to see my bitter, pathetic wreck of a life through to the end, like a respectable man would.
E) Good for you *claps sarcastically*