at times sitting down and writing out everything that hurts is the only thing that makes sense
because you know in reality nobody cares anyway
and you definitely know the feeling when you're telling something important to someone
something that brings you agony and frustration
and all they know how to do is interrupt you mid sentence to tell you how terrible it was for them to wait out this totally horrible line at the grocery storepeople don't care about one another
they care but they don't care
hell I know I can count on one hand's fingers the people I care aboutcaring and caring are two completely different things
just like asking your kid how was school and asking your kid how they felt at school are
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infinite shades of blue (journal part I)
Поэзияthings I wanted to say but never did