I don’t care. I don’t care that you don’t care. You don’t care. You don’t care that I don’t care. Is this true? Perhaps there is some accuracy to these statements. I don’t care anyways. I am not okay. I don’t care anymore. I have not cared for a long while. Jaded. I did not choose this route. Now that I am on this route I will… I wont tell you just what I will do, maybe because I don’t know what I will do. I am not misunderstood; I am not even given the time of day. Chemical Rock and Roll is 2/3 to where I need to be. Writing like a freak! I don’t care. The keyboard understands me. I am venturing to understand the music. The music is assisting me to understand myself. I love you. I hate you even more.
The anomaly brings it’s own cadence. Do I really mean this? I don’t know, and I don’t care. I am only filling empty white space with blackness. There is a double meaning, yet a single purpose. I write to myself to avoid talking to myself to the extent I have. It is all meaningless, so why should I give a damn anyways.