The other night, I took a deep, hard look into the ugly parts of myself and was 100% honest with everything about my feelings and why I felt the way I felt about everything and everyone.

Then, I took those facts that I had for Ricky, showed why Mike was pretty much superior in nearly every single way and the ones that he wasn't superior in now, he would be in the future because Mike isn't a self destructive asshole who is rotting from the inside out and will be intact 10 years from now.

So yeah, Ricky barely phases me anymore. I mean, he's my friend and all, but I've caught myself trying to keep a conversation going (old habits do die hard) and then I'll stop mid sentence and realize I don't give a shit.

Like, it's not that I don't care, it's just I don't care that much

Oh cool, you have a new job. Yeah, I actually just realized I don't care if you're going to be working it by yourself by next week or not.

Oh yeah, you had a job interview. I don't care to where. You work at a restaurant and you're not telling me the name of it? Do. Not. Care.