I am angry. At so many people. And yes, I confessed (not to them, but to someone else). Confession helps someone keep you accountable and stops the issue from being grounded and eating away at your soul, and once it’s out there, it’s easier to deal with. Just like the way nightmare seem irrelevant when the sun comes out and you wake up to a brand new day.
Anyway, if I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be angry. My family hurts me some times and I hurt them too but I care about them and I don’t want to stop caring. So being angry at them is something I can deal with.
The problem is that I am angry at the idiot who broke my heart and he knows it. And I don’t care that he knows it, the only problem is that you can only be angry at the people you care about. I just hope he is too moronic to make that connection. And the realization that I care about him is what is making me stark raving mad.
So all I have to do is stop caring. I don’t think it will be that hard. Coz once I stop caring then that’s it, am in the clear and all is over. Be apathetic. Don’t judge me!
Oh well! Such is life!
Yeah, I’m not angry
And no, I’m not upset
It’s taken me awhile
But this is what I’ve learned
Emotional attachment is really not a threat
When I’m simply not concerned
The things that I take on
I soon shrug off
’cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they’ve got
So I’ve given up and now I’m just indifferent
You all laugh at me
Like I’m not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me’s all about apathy
And the other half just doesn’t care
– Relient K