I think this chapter is about how I don’t care. But first, we need to set the scene. You need to know where and when we are. School is over. Summer is boring, I just want it to be over so I can do something with my days. But there’s one thing I can work on. Planning my final words to Parsley. I don’t plan to talk much with Parsley. Really, I need one more encounter the say what I want to say, then I’m good to never see them again. I don’t care if they fight back. I don’t care if they cry or if they can’t take it. Let me put this simply: I. Have. Cared. Enough. I’m taking back those years’ worth of care, that I gave bit by bit twice as much as is healthy. And now, I don’t care about how Parsley feels, because those extra years’ care is a debt that needs to be repaid. I don’t need to care, I can’t spend any more time on a fak3 friend, a fak3 Therian, a fak3r who admitted it themself. No, Parsley isn’t just a misinformed ‘Therian’. They’re a true fak3r. They are no Therian, not in any way. “I knew it wasn’t real all along,” they said, “I thought you were joking or something at first.” I can’t take this behaviour any longer. This fak3r needs to be brought back to the ground, and I don’t care if it takes a hammer to do so.
Constructive criticism welcome, please do! Picture from google, art from me I’m stronger than Parsley is, I know it well. I am Howl, and I know the truth.
