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| I had a dream that I woke up and I was wearing this ratty worn out t-shirt. You see 'I'.. had stopped caring about looking presentable. I quit caring what 'other'.. people thought. | |
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| I stopped caring about myself. I no longer cared about what I said or did. I no longer cared about what other people said about what I said or did. | |
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| I cared about myself so 'little' that I became addicted to alchol and mind altering drugs. I walked and talked with little regard for what words I used. I cared little for how the world perceived me. | |
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| I cared so little for myself I kept company with others whose lack of thought made them act as I did. Not caring about the concequences of my actions and of who I might hurt... even it was myself. | |
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| I did whatever came to mind. People got hurt and my reputation in this world became that of the most despised criminal. | |
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| Eventually I died or was killed by someone who shared my lack of regard for the world and self. And my name was no longer mentioned. And if it was it was with curses. Thank GOD it was ONLY a bad dream | |
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