The Ability to Care

For the record, I don't have evil thoughts toward hardly anyone. Mostly just those who intend harm for others or intentionally want to ruin lives.

I enjoy teaching people things that can make their lives better. It's fun to watch people benefit from it. Several friends are much better off because I took the time and effort to share some knowledge.

The last 5 years, I've understood why some become "sick and tired of being sick and tired!" That's how I feel. When everything goes to shit, no matter how hard you try, it becomes pointless. It didn't matter how much I tried, I couldn't save my Dad. Mom is also in a terrible predicament, she hates life and would rather it ended. She doesn't want to be in pain anymore and I completely understand. I won't help her end her life.

I have become uncaring about losing relationships that matter, being responsible or whether my decisions affected those around me. I've become careless because it doesn't matter anymore. I can't fix everything. I have lost the ability to care.