you. Am I fooling myself? I mean I am the self declared king of repression. I rarely show emotion unless it counts. I don't go to funerals. I stay out of the hospital. I write people off instead of shedding a tear. I would rather befriend ex lovers than hate them for life or merely forget about them forever.

Why do I not care? And the fucked up thing is, it's easy for me not to care. It's easy for me to forget about everything and just see it at face value and be happy that I can talk to you without giving an everloving fuck that we had something that went down in a horrible firey eruption and took out a busload of orphans and nuns.

Gotta keep moving because if I stop, everything I am running from will catch up with me and beat the shit out of me until I implode. Fuck, I'm sounding emo. What the fuck did you do to make me be this way. I used to love and I used to be innocent and naive and now I don't give a shit about anything or anyone or even myself. I'm slowly killing myself and, honestly, I could care less of the outcome.

Thanks. I appreciate the kind gift of hatred and remorse you have given me. My trust is shot and I don't give a fuck. Happy reading.