Starting out I didn't know what to make this "rant" about. I decided relationships (as in all relationships, romantic, kinships, platonic, etc.) was the best way to describe it. So i really hope people don't get the wrong idea, that I'm blogging about love and all that bull...Then again, this IS an anon. blog site so who really cares? Anyway, I've come to realize (moreso in the last eleven months) that people do not care nearly as much as they pretend to. They care just enough in their minds. To the point where it isn't a burden on their lives. People care for a conversation, and that's it. They don't check up you, see how you're doing, how you're progressing, how you're grieving, how you're coping, how you're dealing with it, or if you're even dealing with it at all. No one cares. Or maybe the people who claim to care just don't have the balls to ask. But I actually, sadly, believe that people just don't care. They forget. If it doesn't directly effect their lives, why should they give a crap, right? I think that's very wrong. Eleven months and I haven't come to terms with or accepted a damn thing and it's because everyone was too busy to ask, "How are you doing?" Well look at me now, all clammed up with nowhere to go.