No one really cares

Dear Diary,

I walked down the heavily lit streets. People hurried from store to store, not even noticing me in the heavy rain.  I stepped off a curb and tripped landing face first in the filth of the street. Tired, I got up, no one had even stopped to help. These days it seemed too hard to find people who care, who would give 5 seconds of their day to you. Many people just seemed to judge me or not even acknowledge my existence.

“I guess it doesn’t matter.” I muttered as I continued down the street, cold and alone. “These streets are all the same! People are all the same. No one cares.”

The End

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