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Hello Apathy

I'd laugh at the sheer sickness of it all, if I could, but I can't.

There are no excuses or words that are enough to justify what S did. And there are A LOT of excuses and words that can be said about that.

But the fact of the matter is, it all just boils down to a simple fact: how much you don't care. How much you decide that you don't want care about everything that puts itself at odds with what you want.

Right now, I'm just tired. So tired. I've had it with bandying words - big words like love, hurt, lies, disappointment, happiness, and so on. As far as I'm concerned, they're all semantics. They don't change anything, not this time, at least.

What matters is that I stop caring.

And if S can do it, I can too.

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