I feel oppressed, oppressed and oppressed.

I know nobody actually cares, but now and then I remember something someone said, and wrote, and it's not about me, it's never about someone real, and most of the time I don't care myself.

but. now and then.

suffocating. as if I can't exist. it's the good thing and the bad thing all rolled up together: nobody cares. they don't have to. it's good that they don't. but sometimes you think they don't care, and they don't, they just have an opinion.
and it's not a nice opinion.

just a bit too much.