quinta-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2009

Lua Nova, 16 de Dezembro de 2009

I. Don't. Care. About. Anything.

I don't care how I look. I don't care about what I say. I don't even care if people believe what I say.

It's just... so useless to care.

Why do I have to? I know what I am. I don't need other people to tell me that...

Do I?

Still... There are so many people who do. They care about everything: words, looks, actions... All these worries so that they can be accepted. Many of them are absolutely the opposite of what they show to other people.

Such hypocrites.

Why do they try to be someone else, if they're not like that? Is it essential to them to not be judged? Like a need?

I can't believe this...

If they pretend to be other person, it's because they don't accept themselves. How do they want to be accepted by others?

So stupid.

Even so... Am I not the same?

No.
Why did I even care to think about this?

Guess I care about it, after all...