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Who cares.  We place too much of our value on things that don't even matter. You asked me why I cared so much about them. Back then I had a perfect answer.  Something about how I love them and how I need them or how I know that they would or could love me the same.  But you were right in asking me why I cared so much.  I don't even know if you understood you're own question honestly.  I didn't even until just recently.   I wish you'd ask me now.  Asked me why my other relationships sucked.  Why nobody cared.  Why I can't be normal.  Or why any of it matters.  If you asked now.  I wouldn't be able to tell you why.  Why any of them matter.  Why I care so much about them.  Or used to.  Because honestly I don't know why I cared so much.  I feel nothing.  And not that half assed nothing where you say your good but it's only a one day thing. I feel nothing. I've felt nothing for what seems like months.
I guess none of this is really new.  But it's something I've found myself saying over and over again.
It doesn't matter.
Why do I care?
It doesn't matter.