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Thursday, March 31, 2005
I don't care anymore.
Really I don't. What's the point in caring if no one cares back? Much less anyone decides to listen to you. "Alcohol isn't bad, we're just drinking casually anyway". I don't think so you fucking morons. Casually drinking doesn't happen until you are over 19, when you can legally buy alcohol, and not have to scrounge it from whatever dank crevace you find it and then binging yourself on it until you're sick. That's not casual. That's stupid. I would say to drink tea together, but I don't care.
I don't care about idiot guys who drool over hot, stuck up girls, and are upset when they discover their relationship didn't last. "But I love her". No you don't. You never talked to her before a week ago. You like nothing she likes. You're in love with her body, and the idea of being seen next to her. God forbid you should ever look for personality in a girl instead of huge boobs and a small ass. You're in love with finally fucking a girl and bragging about it. No one cares, espescially not me.
I don't care about bullshit teachers who think they are constantly right. If you wanted to be seen as right all the time and not have anyone argue with you, you shouldn't have become a teacher. You're not right, your analysis is never right of any piece of art unless the author personally said so. Don't tell me I'm wrong unless you talked to George Orwell in person. Did you? Oh that's right, I didn't think so, but then again I don't care.
I don't care about parents who never should have been parents in the first place. People who do nothing but ignore their children, and then get mad when their toddler starts crying while they try to watch tv. Parents who are alcoholic, never bond with their children, and expect forgiveness 16 years later because they are "trying to get better". Fuck you, you didn't seem to try to stay awake when your wife told you not to drive the kids home from hockey practice because you were drunk. You didn't even try to stop us from leaving for 2 weeks. Now you want us to try and forgive you? It's too late, I don't care.
And lastly, I don't care about love, because for all the love I give out, no one ever cares enough to give some of it back.