Saying
I care. I'm just not going to do anything about it. I catch
myself
troubled over things as my day goes by. I find myself telling myself
that things are not so bad. "I care. I really do." Then I wonder if I
mean it. And I ad "I'm just not going to do anything about it." I would
like to think that is a temporary thing, but I know myself better than
that. I man to leave it the way it is. I have to choose my battles with
myself. Sometimes I will fix it. Sometimes I will let it slide.
Sometimes I do not care. Most of the time I worry. Then, I get off my
butt and fix something just to make myself feel a bit more needed by
me. I never appreciate it. I never say think you. I'm a bastard
sometimes.
I do care. I really do. I'm just not going to do anything about it
right now. I'm going to get on with my life. I'm going to run and hide.
I would have done that anyway. I care. I really do. I have to. I never
take my own advice.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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