I Don't Want To Care. If I

Why Would I Care What Other People Are Thinking? I Don't Care What An Audience Thinks Of Me.

I Kept Staring Into The Blackness Of The Woods, Drawn Into The Darkness As I Always Had Been. I Suddenly Realized How Alone I Was. (but This Is How You Travel, The Wind Whispered Back, This Is How You've Always Lived.)

History Is Sinking And Only A Very Few Seem Dimly Aware That Things Are Getting Bad.

And It Struck Me Then, That I Liked Sean Because He Looked, Well, Slutty. A Boy Who Had Been Around. A Boy Who Couldn't Remember If He Was Catholic Or Not.

Not Being Able To Find Meaning Can Be Just As Powerful As Finding Meaning.