it is about caring

I don't get myself. When we're in science class, they said women got PMS but it only last a few days. Anyhow, I felt I'm PMSing all the time.

Most of the time,
I ask myself,
why I care
when people don't even care about me?

sometimes,
I ask myself,
why I care
when I said I don't care?

once in a while,
I ask myself,
why I care
when people ignore me?

once,
I ask myself,
why I care
when I almost stop caring?

I couldn't get it, why must life be so complicated? and why can't I be some autism patient out there?
I want to be alone, yet I'm afraid of being lonely.
I want live quietly all my life, yet I'm afraid that I couldn't hear my name again.
I didn't want to see what is happening out there, yet I'm afraid that I couldn't see the sun rise.

Why people have to think that much? Why people have to care so much? Why must I care?

because,

Human just couldn't stop caring.

signing off,
Why am I bother to write?