Ultimately bothered. I try and do the right thing but no one acknowledges that factor. People are just loaded with heavy hearts and I sit here and wonder; ‘When did you stop seeing life?’. Just load me with more cargo to carry on my shoulders, as long as you forget about it and let somebody else worry about it. I’m just tired and sore. Wish I could just wash ashore and slowly sink into the sand. I swear to God I’m going to leave this town. If it’s the last thing I’ll ever get to do.