Saddened. I mean, even more than usual. 
I was talking to someone and they started talking about Lady Gaga or whatever and I said I don't care about celebrities. They asked what do I care about. Strange question, but very important. What do I care about? People was my answer. Funny thing is that I care about some people that don't give a **** about me, I could die and they would probably keep living as if nothing happened. People in my family care about me, I don't doubt that, and I care about them. 
Why do I care about people who don't care about me at all? People who don't know me well enough, people who don't talk to me or who avoid me at all cost. I've heard and seen people talking **** about me. I've had people openly saying that they don't want to talk to me anymore. Yet, I care about them. I'm not part of their lives, they don't want or need a friend like me. No one actually does. Yet I can't stop caring, worrying, suffering and crrying for them. I'm just a fool.