Blog Post 521
I Don't Care Enough to Visit Too many times you've been calling my phone, trying to pick a fight, knowing I don't wanna be involved in it. You hate the fact that you no longer have access to me, or the thought of you no longer bothers me. You're dead to me, like all these other people around me. You thought you'd never become like those around me, but look where you're standing now. You're on the same side as them, wondering where you went wrong when it was pretty obvious as to why I put you there. You had your list, and I had mine; only mine showed me the way to peace, while yours had the names of all the other people you could get with, and that's what makes us different. You crave the attention of others while I avoid the chaos, finding peace in the solitude. You tried so hard to pick a fight with me, knowing I'd just kick back, asking if you're done making a fool out of yourself. I never had any sort of beef or issue with you. It's just t...