Am I suppose to care because I don’t. I mean I do but I won’t. I don’t have to but I should. I don’t know anymore. I mean what could you do make it better. Words are equivalent to uncooked food; unhealthy, undesirable, not wanted. You look at me with those eyes and I want to kiss those lips but I hate you. I don’t but I do because you make me feel things that make me question my sanity. I don’t know. I do but I don’t. I will but I won’t. It’s all so complicated.