Why do I even care? After all this time why do I even give a shit anymore? It’s like pulling teeth yet that urge to continuously check is still there.
I didn’t do anything wrong this time either, so there will be no year long moping. No constant sorrow. Nothing that has me moody or filled with angst. Anger and frustration seems to be the prevalent feelings at the moment.
What do you want? A constant source of entertainment? A continuous source of whatever it is you want? You can’t take without giving and you’ve given next to nothing despite my constant trying. Maybe I need to stop trying so damn hard.
If I finally take me away will it even matter? Probably not. It will be twisted or turned into something else. Abandonment probably? Who knows.