Who Cares? You?

Who cares about your saggy eyelids, aging skin, love handles, night sweats, and feelings of impending doom? Do you think I really care about your anxiety ridden brain, your endless buttbuilding exercises that DON'T work, your new eating habits? Do you think I sit around and worry about your mood swings, your condescending remarks, and if you'll be mad if I live my life? I went through the same things and you were a total bitch about it. So do you think I really care about you? Boo hoo! You're aging and your looks are gone and you never lived up to your potential. Who cares???? I guess only you do.