I don't care.
Because this is what depression looks like. This is what it looks like when you've given up on everything you thought you were and wanted to be. Because who cares if you're pretty? Who cares if you're good? These things just don't end up mattering because there are people out there to who will take and take and take - regardless who they're taking from, they sit there and they take. Because they can - because we let them. Because we don't have the guts to tell them NO. We don't have the guts to tell them to fucking STOP already. So we let them take from us - let them take from those we love. They can't fill the void in their life so they take what little others have. And meanwhile we can't fill the void either, but hey - at least we aren't taking from everyone else. But then we notice that they're taking from us, and suddenly it hits us...who fucking cares? You don't care, and I guess I shouldn't care. So here I go - not caring. Not caring about what I do or say, not caring about what I look like or what I act like. There's this void and she only makes it bigger and bigger and bigger...and does anybody even care? No. Not really.
















