I also think I should care, but when in telling someone the truth it makes me genuinely laugh, I can't find it in me to care.
Maybe I should. Perhaps I'm being selfish. I simply don't mind that.
I started writing this post more than a week ago. I want to put up photo's of Christmas and New Years, but I don't have any. It was quiet. Quiet is a good thing.
I put a tree up, that was enough Christmas spirit on my behalf.
To be honest I can't say I've done anything at all since last time. Simply because I don't do anything. I sit around mostly reading. I'm actually waiting for Uni to go back because I'm so damn bored. I wish it would flood again.
My sister seems to think that I'm some sort of horrid person, of the two people I associated with at Uni one has now deleted me as a friend, I should be bothered by this. Instead I see it as some form of achievement. Is it my fault that I'm so anti-social.
Some would argue that it is. I would argue that I don't really care. People are nuisances.
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And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy
Who changed his mind and we both cried
'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you
You're gonna believe them
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