Since you don't interact with me at all now and you don't often post anything online, I hardly know anything about how you are right now. But to know how I'm doing takes only a few clicks. I have no idea whether you're actually reading this. I have no idea whether you bother to look at your Google+ stream and see me there. It's not too hard to know my state offline, either. I talk to two of our friends in particular quite a bit, so a few inquiries to them about me would inform you.
Before I started this blog, I sent you an SMS once saying that I'd gone and visited one of those friends. He told me last week that you actually contacted him asking about my visit. But that was when you weren't so determined to show utter disregard for me. That was when you weren't afraid to +1 a GIF of a tiny turtle dancing under a stream of tap water. When I told you that you'd made me happy by +1ing that, you stopped interacting with me completely. You even blocked me on G+. It seems as if you think my suffering is a good thing.
But you unblocked me soon after. Do you not really want to hurt me? Where is the line drawn? How much are you keeping yourself from caring about me? With all these questions, there's just one thing I'm pretty sure of: you do still care about me.
Thank you for caring.
