My head hurts, and I
can't tell if I
love you anymore.
You're the best thing
for me, but I
don't want to be well
some days.
Other days,
I don't care.
Nothing personal.
I don't care about the
things I
busy myself with.
I don't.
Thank God I'm
unaware,
or thank your God
I'm so aware,
'cause who really knows
why it fucking matters.
I don't know these people,
those,
and they don't know me.
I'm not special,
just like Dad said.
