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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Care

It's not hard to care, to give shit. It's not that hard, if they accept your care.

What if they don't? Do you continue? Two types of care.
One, you do it silently. Far far away, in a safe distance so you know they won't be bothered, they won't even know.
The other one, you tell them. I'm worried about you. I can't stand seeing these anymore, I suggest etc etc.

If they don't accept, do you switch from the second to the first type? That's the only way left.

You. Do you care?
When you explained to me about your status, I was screaming from the inside. You still do, read these. I'm thankful you still do, care. But why do you let me know?

You know me. I expose every single thing here in my blog. You care, but you're not allowing me to do the same. I don't know how are you. I don't know how your day is going. I don't know if you have enough sleep, or when is your next exam week, or if you skipped meals. I don't know anything about you. Are you happy? I don't know.

You're standing from a distance so far away, still bother to know what I'm thinking, by reading my mind here. Thank you, but...

Stop letting me know, if you don't want me to do the same. Stop letting me know that you still do, give shit about what I write here. If gastric developed a hole or anything, if I hate not knowing what is your newly changed status about, just be it. You know it and that's all. Don't tell me.

Do you know how hard it is? Telling myself to leave this aside and live my life without being distracted... one message, your care, could make all the effort go away in just one sec. One message, blew off everything I've told myself. I end up sitting there thinking you still care, you still do, care. You really still care.

What do you want me to do? Change my blog site ?

I don't want to. It's my favourite link of all. Your friends don't give shit? I do, and I'm your friend. I'm your special friend, then. Let me give shit, as a friend. Is that ok? You don't have to think so much. Just let the words fall out. You can tell me anything, anytime.

Let me care, by lending you somewhere to spill. I can't help you but I can listen. Do you get me? Don't push me away.

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