Brooklyn is under water. I don't care if she is alright. Does that make me a bad person?
Everyone lets you down. I am looking for another job because they let me down, I am living in a strange situation because someone let me down, I got a blues I can't kick because I keep getting let down.
When am I going to learn that everyone leaves? You cannot rely on anyone but yourself and just as you are born so you die: Alone.
I don't mean this in some existential angst sense, I mean it in the literal. No one will stay. Everything you own you've already lost and everything you love is already broken.
This should bring freedom right? Right now I just wonder if not caring about whether someone who I was completely devoted to is injured or in danger means that I've lost my humanity.
This is going to sound pathetic but how much longer am I going to hurt over this?
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