i dont care at this point if i get that little yellow house with the big yard i dont care if i get my own craft room that ive spent weeks on painting the walls with my nana's old paint. i dont care if at night my pomeranian and two cats will ever end up cuddling with me every night i dont care if every day all i ever do is be creative i dont care if a nightingale comes to me each night and sings me to sleep i dont care if i end up with you or i end up having to live alone for the rest of my life as much as i want that to happen. i dont care i want to be happy that is all i care about the fact that my sassafras tea doesnt fill me up with creativeness like a draught that flows through every single part of my blood stream i care that my medication hasnt done much besides have me pray to god that maybe tonight i wont focus on the fact that i am indeed alone i Care about how on some days i just want to see the color that blood turns after it has been smudged with someone despe...