Sometimes the people who have decided to no longer be a part of my life come wandering through my mind for whatever reason. I wish I could sit here and reminisce about the past, and wish they would at least speak to me, or that we could be friends, or that I could be there for them.
I’m not allowed to give a shit.
It’s bad for me.
And they won’t ever know the difference.
So I’ve chosen apathy for the time being.
I’d like to give a shit.