Fucking save it if you dont mean it at all when you're asking a person how they feel. You expect them to ask about you &just attentively listen to you babbling away abt your life &hoping they spit some sweetest shit to you to fucking make you feel better but they swallowed all their darkest secrets on an account to see how you figure th deepest facade they're wearing when you wont even put an effort; not a fucking sweat, not a single concern. Don't tell me I've changed, don't tell me you hate it, don't ask me where's th old me because you weren't even there when I needed you. You were somewhere else caring about smth else that is so near to your sight, you've forgotten I was always there when you needed me. You assumed my life is so smooth, so great, so romantic &just so simple &easy right? You wouldn't know if somebody died, if evth is falling so out of place, if I am being nice because I want others to do so, &if reading posts from my blog alone is not enough. I dont think you should try to care because its beyond what you can do anyway. Bless your stressful life. Loved you.