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You know that thing you love? Not a person, just that one thing that you can't live without. For me, it's my notebooks. I keep so much valuable stuff in there, writings that make me extremely happy every time I read them, drawings that make me say "hey, I actually am good at something." When I look through them, It feels like nothing else matters, like there's nothing bad in the world. Got yours in mind? Guess what? No one cares. No one cares how much it makes you feel. No one cares how you got it or why. Not even its creators. Ok, that's an exaggeration. Sure, your friends and family may care, but besides them, who gives a damn about you? I mean, did you really read that paragraph up there about me and go "wow, that's neat, I never thought about it that way". No, you didn't. And I don't blame you. At first, I probably wouldn't have read your story either. Everything we believe in; everthing we live by; no one cares. Not even the people who make the things you love.