You sicken me.

You sicken me.
The more I look at you the more I wonder why.
Why you?
You're falling apart.
Not what you used to be.
But do you even realize it?
Probably fucking not.
Cause you're still happy, right?
But what if you do realize it?
Do you even fucking care enough to change it?
I doubt you do
Honestly you probably doubt it yourself
So what the point of this then?
I don't really know.
Maybe you being questioned in the open will motivate you.
Let me stop lying.
You don't fucking care