Who Cares?

Apparently I do, and so much so that I'm quite miserable.

And this is my curse.

I care where you go.

I care what you do.

I care why you're doing those particular things.

I care if you stay that extra hour or two.

I care if you look at me.

I care if you smile back at me.

I care if you care.

But tonight, I wish I didn't care at all. . . . .