
I don't care about anything.
I don't care about the people around me.
I don't care about their thoughts or their feelings or their opinions.
And I can't help myself because that's just the way I am.
But I wonder what my life would have been like if she didn't show up in it.
That one person who made me care but broke my heart.
Now I don't know if my love for her is stronger than the hate and vengeful heart I have towards her.
