The people you think care.
And love.
The people who are always there.
For no one other than you.
They always remember your birthday.
Take care of you when you’re sick.
Never miss a holiday.
Would do just about anything for you.
Sometimes I like to beleive these people exist.
Even beleive that they happen to know me.
But caring gets people hurt.
It messes them up.
A lot.
It hurts them.
And twists them.
That’s why people are bitter and sour.
To protect themselves.
From those types of people.
The ones that care too much.