Feh..
I am not surprised by the amount of people who couldn’t care less if I lived or died. I’m more than fine with that, it’s acceptable. The stupid shrink thinks I should be more concerned about other people’s opinions of me. I can’t fathom what the hell any of them have ever done for me, so I couldn’t care less what they think. At the end of the day they’re nothing more than scum. Trash is trash and I’m not giving it the time of day any more than necessary. That makes me a bad person. I never claimed to be a good one. The shrink is starting to suspect that I’m only there to meet the weekly requirement of three hours.
But what really fucks me up is that stupid broad who does care about my well being. The hell is wrong with her? She’s nothing but a toy and she doesn’t get it.
But what really fucks me up is that stupid broad who does care about my well being. The hell is wrong with her? She’s nothing but a toy and she doesn’t get it.