When do people actually start to care. How much shit has to happen just for someone to notice their surroundings. Why are we all 𝑂𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑠. Dream a little dream of me now that its finally all over. Disclaimer: suicidal mentions as well as suicide. Blades, sex, and devil mesntions and play. Self harm etc; be cautioned while reading I tried to put them at the top of the chapter but I'll say it here as well to be sure