I couldn't care less.
She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand. No, she does not understand. What i'm writing about, what I'm speaking about. The language I use, the metaphors, the irony. All of my stylistic devices I picked up through 5 years of the university turned useless against a simple monochrome mind. a mind that knows what is right and what is not. What is and should never be. No ideas,no, nothing, titally blank. Looking into my eyes with such a vacant stare. And astonishment that might be interpreted like" "Your lips are moving, but all I hear is blah-blah-blah". A computer mouse shows much more understanding.