Don't think I would ever give a shit about what someone would think. Possibly in general. Mainly when you gone through so much and just got tired of the shit repeating itself. You just let the shit happen again and sit there just staring like " well motherfucker, you knew it would happen again and yet here you are." Each person has there own lies, there secrets, there own calendar in the back of there mind of what they did and what to do next. Me, I learned to just say fuck it. Shit happens for a REASON. Don't take it personal, I just don't care. Lines inside a tree trunk are the years the tree has been alive right? What if the lines are the souls that the tree's collected of people that gave up in the point in time of the tree's life? Selfless, mainly. Lies that were collected, anger, sadness, cruel? I mean, we all have that in our life.
