Venting who cares

[Saponification]

no one cares that you have a cool jacket over a perfectly fitted shirt that color matches with your pants and shoes
no one cares that you always smell good. no one cares how unique your fragance is
no one cares about your watch and whether its original or not
no one cares if your hair is styled properly and whether its frizzy or not
no one cares about how good you are at every random hobby of yours
no one cares about whether you achieved this or that
no one cares if you do 50 pushups 20 pullups and run 10km
no one cares about how proportional and toned your body looks. no one cares about your body fat percentage
no one cares about every little ingrown hair or pimple on your face
no one cares how many books you read. how many subjects you are well versed in. how interesting you think you are
no matter how many little things you add to your personality. how hard you try to have an identity. you're the only one who can physically and intrinsically care about you. nothing will ever validate your meaningless existence. cope

 

[explosiveKai99]

I used to care about these things. I used to be a person.

 

[Saponification]

I used to care about these things.

How did that work out for you?

 

[explosiveKai99]

How did that work out for you?

Good. When I was a little kid learning to ski, I had this mantra I had to repeat in my head, over and over again, as long as I was going up on T-bar ski lift. If I stopped, I would have fallen off. This was my one thing that guaranteed me safety, and nobody could take it from me.
Later it was replaced by other thing. Music. As long as I have my music, I am safe. Nobody can take it from me.
Tattoo. When I finish it, it will make me complete, and I will be fulfilled and invincible. Nobody could take it from me, because tattoos are permanent.
Physical fitness. As long as I work out and keep my body in shape, I will be healthy and of sound mind. Drugs. As long as I'm high, I'm okay.

All these things passed and I don't have my thing. I hate my tattoos. Music became bland. I didn't work out in a long time, so I have unc body.
I am no one and nobody cares.

 

[Saponification]

Good. When I was a little kid learning to ski, I had this mantra I had to repeat in my head, over and over again, as long as I was going up on T-bar ski lift. If I stopped, I would have fallen off. This was my one thing that guaranteed me safety, and nobody could take it from me.
Later it was replaced by other thing. Music. As long as I have my music, I am safe. Nobody can take it from me.
Tattoo. When I finish it, it will make me complete, and I will be fulfilled and invincible. Nobody could take it from me, because tattoos are permanent.
Physical fitness. As long as I work out and keep my body in shape, I will be healthy and of sound mind. Drugs. As long as I'm high, I'm okay.

All these things passed and I don't have my thing. I hate my tattoos. Music became bland. I didn't work out in a long time, so I have unc body.
I am no one and nobody cares.

I like your determination. It seems like you were at least doing those things for your own fulfillment, right? When I do shit I always think about whether it'll make me feel more worthy of love and attention and it's pathetic. I don't actually care about anything I do in and of itself.