#notcaring

Sometimes ‘not caring’ is just a heart that finally got tired. 🥀

Dear Viewer(s),

      Apparently, my first post was better than my second. On my first one, I got one like in less than forty-eight hours. Pathetic, I know. Then, my second, awful post that no one, not a soul on this planet liked besides myself (and that’s being biased) and CloddyPearl. And CloddyPearl took longer to like than my first post. Pearl girl, you’ll probably never see this, but thanks. I know I don’t have the best grammar and don’t know how to really use commas. And I ramble about stuff no one cares about. So yeah, thanks CloddyPearl. 

     I think I joined this site thinking it would be therapeutic to write out all my problems and maybe have people see them and be able to relate. But all this site has brought me is a bunch of random thoughts and hopes. I know I shouldn’t do it but I check my likes/notes hoping they’ll be higher. Hoping that one day I will wake up and on my site I have tons of new followers. And I know I’m being dramatic. I mean, god dang! This is my third post! I really need to stop imagining myself being some bigger blogger that people check to see if I’ve posted. I’m annoyed as heck by myself but, what can I do? 

     So here’s my plan, I’m gonna say screw and do randomness. Who gives a crap? I’ll say what’s going on in my life and tell my opinions on my life. I might post some of my crappy stories. And I’ll post pics of the most adorable cat in the world and some good quotes to make people wanna stick around. Since I’m being all not caring and crap that means I have to stop with some of the self self- deprecating jokes.

Sincerely,