Diary

care.

i don't care.

Those three words have become a habit of mine. My sister just told me that her friend was sad. And I responded with an I don't care.

I have no idea why I said it. It's as if I couldn't control it. It just slipped of my tongue with ease. I regretted it. She asked me, if you knew that everyone was and is sad, then wouldn't you try to help them?

I wanted to answer truthfully. But something was holding me back. She accused me of not caring, that i was a cold hearted bitch.

The only reason I am the way I am is because the people around me didn't raise me any different. They only showed me violence and mistreatment.

But I do care. I'm broken. Alone, useless. At least that's what everyone claims I am. I am a mess. And i don't think anyone could ever help me.

I hope her friend is alright. And that she doesn't experience too many hardships in life.

-me