I Don’t Care Anymore

I’m done.  There’s too much to go into and frankly I feel no need to divulge a portion of my soul to mostly faceless strangers when even the people who are supposed to be my friends will betray and lie and break promises to me so easily.

Yes, I’m hurt.  Yes, I’m shutting down.  I’ve spent almost tweny-six years caring about those around me and giving myself to them, and realizing that in the end, all I get back is a slap in the face because I cared more about them than they ever did about me.

Well, I’m done.  That method of life hasn’t worked for me because I keep getting hurt, betrayed, lied to, trampled on.  So I’m through.  I’m not doing it anymore.  I’m done caring.  To Hell with everyone else.  With the possible exception of Renaissance Orsino (is that right?), I don’t care about keeping in contact with anyone on here.  Plus, those that I do care to remain in contact with, I can after I shut down this diary because I either know them in person or we text.

I’ll give it the weekend for people to read this, but suffice it to say, unless you’re one of four people, you won’t get any answers from me, and you definitely won’t get them over Open Diary.