Why I’m unfollowing you.
I don’t care anymore. I really just don’t care. I don’t care about your heartache, I don’t care about your weight. I don’t care about your hair. I don’t care about your crushes. I don’t care about the faux arty photos. I don’t care about what decade you were born in. I don’t care about how much you feel outraged about things (That you really have no place to be outraged about.). I don’t care about what you ate today. I don’t care about the clothes you wore. I don’t care about the (heavily photoshopped) selfies. I don’t care about image from google that you’ve used paint to put words over the top of. I don’t care about the photos of pretty girls on bikes that they clearly never ride. I don’t care about leonardo di caprio. I don’t care about the chocolate brigade. I don’t care reblogging photos of places that you’ve clearly never been. I don’t care about your insane need to clutter my dashboard. I don’t care about your period. I don’t care about what you did this week. I don’t care about your need to reblog everything about one movie (We get it.). I don’t care about how you’re an Individual/not like everyone else/hate people and social situations because you’re just so weird/A bit off. I don’t care about tea (Just fucking drink it.). I don’t care about things that really should be facebook statuses/twitter updates. I don’t care about the fact that unfollowing you might break social norms. I really just don’t care anymore.
Don’t take it personally. I just don’t give a fuck.
