Dear it,
*******.

I just don't care anymore.
I probably will again in the morning
But tonight, midnight, new day, I have the will.

This is actively not caring.
It's quite an effort.

Cause I let knives into my heart
and they twisted the blade.

I trusted them,
I thought they were my friends
and they were, at first.
Actually, until recently, they were.

So **** it.
I'm done.

Love,
      Artemesia and Marianne

  

       *yes, you're playing with the big girls now...