I see things happening around me, and I’m afraid of what the consequences might be. And how they might affect me. They are variables that I cannot control. It’s other peoples lives. So they can do what they want. But what they do might end up hurting me, and they won’t ever realize it. Because it’s not suppose to matter. I’m not suppose to care. And hopefully I’ll stop soon.
I’m going on vacation, and when I get back I don’t want to care about some of these people anymore. At least not care like I do now. Not as much. Because it’s not fair. And I know life isn’t fair, but when you like someone and they don’t like you back (and they never will) it hurts to watch them go along with life and not include you anymore.
So here’s to spring break, tanning, feeling better, and coming back and getting skinny.