I Don't Care MEANS I Don't Care

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Then again who can really tell now a days? Perhaps, oh I don't know things can be construed kinda weird.

Apparently, other than being a bit off my rocker (in a good way) my friend came to me, concerned. Worried. A bit spazzy.

Thinking this was a big deal, I carefully prodded and wondered what ever could be wrong.

"________" (my ex's name here) is out."

I sighed. Heavily.

I readied myself to lash out as I have been doing. Instead, I turned and walked, quickly away. Grim with the realization my friend, well- wasn't anymore.

Does this not sound like high school drama?

People don't seem to understand, I just don't want to hear it. At. All. Ever. Again. Yet, they persist.