The thing is that I actually do give a fuck (like a big one), and I hate that I’m not supposed to because nothing means anything unless someone is there to care about it. I feel so unimportant to everyone. After a while doing everything for/by yourself gets tiresome and lonely.

Pro tip: if your barista/ store clerk/ bartender/ baker is being sweet and accommodating and smiling generously, she isn’t making passes at you. She’s at work.