I haven't quite hit rock bottom, and I won't be as much of a mess as I was. But I'm hitting bottom in a different way. I really don't care about anything to do with this place. I don't care about what I hear, or your condescending bitching, or even the reasons why we're in this godforsaken shithole. I'm leaving here without talking about it in a few months. And I'm worried that I have no direction at all and will crash if I keep up this mindset. But I've settled things in my own heart, and if I'm happy with myself then what you think or anyone else does is irrelevant. I wonder what you really think of me, and I'd like to know. But the thought doesn't worry me any more. You didn't know me, and I'll forget all about you if that's what's required. I wouldn't even talk like this if I knew you'd respond. You aren't really worth the stress.