| Why the fuck do I care about this guy I just met. This guy I just met tell me hes dieing of cancer and I get so fucking sad, I mean I've known this guy for 10 fucking minutes, and I pine like I've known him all my life. What the fuck is up with that? I dont give a rats ass when my classmate gets sent to juvie hall, but I fucking morn my ass of for this guy. What is with this screwed up reversal of emotions. Am I that fucked up? Why should I care if this guy is dieing? Everyones dies. My friends are fucking their lives up, and I dont give it a second thought. I felt sorrier for my dog when he broke his paw, then I did when my friend screwed her life up. Why the hell do I feel sorry for this guy I just met. What the fuck do I care if this guys gonna die or not. He probly wont even die. He probaly feels so fucking sorry for himself that he has to go tell everyone, get them depressed, then go feel sorry for himself again. If he doesnt want to die that badly then he should go get chemotherapy then telling me. I know this sounds insensitive and harsh, but I've had the most depressing day ever. When I get depressed I get mad. I just had to let some steam off. I really do hope the guy I'm talking about gets better though. Maybe theyll be able to operate and cure his cancer. Anyway, I let all my steam off. See ya. |
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