I don't care about anyone right now.
It relaxes me to say this. Perhaps it is simply a protective barrier, saying that I do not care.
Am I lying to myself, and therefore pushing my isolation deeper?
Leave me.
I do not care how you feel. I do not care how I hurt. I do not care for what you think.
There is a suffocation and staleness around what most would call my heart.
How horrible apathy is. Pain is better: yet I become so tired.
Do I love you, do I not; do I love you, do I not; do I even care... Again, the petals fall.
8-13-22
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Afternoon Thoughts
Non-Fictionメ Thoughts of a bleeding mind. Sometimes, the darkest thoughts swirl to become the most beautiful dance when woven into words. To write calms me. Perhaps someone will know these feelings.
