Semi-Automatic Life: Reloaded

I got my shit together the way I was always told to.

I sacrificed

my happiness

for old-world values that just don’t take root with a mind twisted by design.

I’m starting to realize

that no one particularly cares about

anyone

or anything (Unless it personally affects them, of course)

and that thought is

very freeing

like death

The fact that no one cares

means my choices only matter to me.

What I do and create is of no concern to

him or

her

or them or

the society or

their religion or 

my ‘picture perfect’ idealized (fetishized)

self.

and that is freeing

Doesn’t mean I have to be shitty or try any less-

It just means that I’m free to follow my bliss.