There are layers within layers within layers within layers.
I care but I don’t care. No, I care that I care. I don’t want to care. I care to not care.
But I care.
It hits my stomach… this sick feeling that things did not go according to plan.
It takes my confidence for a sixer… who am I? what am I? where am I?
What is the meaning of life? Why am I doing this? What am I doing?
I care but I care but I care.