I don't care about anyone right now.

It relaxes me to say this. Perhaps it is simply a protective barrier, saying that I do not care.

Am I lying to myself, and therefore pushing my isolation deeper?

Leave me.

I do not care how you feel. I do not care how I hurt. I do not care for what you think.

There is a suffocation and staleness around what most would call my heart.

How horrible apathy is. Pain is better: yet I become so tired.

Do I love you, do I not; do I love you, do I not; do I even care... Again, the petals fall.

8-13-22