Bring It On

Strike 2: I just don’t give an effing care.

I’d be glad to be away for awhile. I think I need that. Because work politics is eating me alive.

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I will stop caring, because indifference is addicting.
Because indifference is annoying, so let my indifference annoy them to death.

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If indifference will annoy you to death, then I’d rather be indifferent than actually pretend because fact of the matter is I could care less what you think about me. I hope this will be my last entry about you. You’re wasting my energy and some brain space. You’re not worth any brain space at all because to me you’re nothing more than you are: a mere colleague. I don’t know if I ever be thankful I met you, perhaps in another time and space I will learn to appreciate our meeting, but for now, I have nothing but frustrations. If I’m unhappy because I’m losing meaning to what I’m doing then what about you? You seem unhappy every freaking day I see you. Life must suck huh? I hate you.