If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

You want not to give a damn, to exist without responsibility, without faith or friends or warmth.

As a teenager, I told everybody that I didn't care about anything, when the truth was I cared about way too much. Other people ruled my world without my even knowing. I thought happiness was a destiny not choice. I thought love was something that just happened, not something you worked for.

I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.

No one cares what you know until they know that you care!

The fact of the matter is that the world does not care about you or me, our hopes, our desires, or our dreams. And, the world of dreams, hopes, and desires that is constructed between our ears it is not necessarily a reflection of what is actually going on around us.

Nobody cares about someone like me, because they don't know the frustration that you feel when you have the solution, but you do not have the problem.

And if no one sees you, are you really there at all?

You don't even care enough about us to hate us, do you?

When you're 20 you care what everyone thinks. When you're 40 you stop caring what everyone thinks. When you're 60 you realize no one was ever thinking about you in the first place.

I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me,” I say.
“Who cares about everyone? What about <i>me</i>?

No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

I am a disappointed drudge, sir. I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me

Nobody cares how much you know, until they know how much you care.