The Ugly Fuckling

This is not a story of the fucks I don't give.

It isn't about the fucks I don't give about what you think of me.
It isn't about the fucks I don't give about what you think is best for me.
It isn't about the fucks I don't give about the lies you've been spreading about me.
It isn't about the fucks I don't give about the hidden hatred some among you harbour against me.
It isn't about the fucks I don't give about those of you who judge me without knowing me.
It isn't about the fucks I don't give about people I used to know who are now no more than strangers.
It isn't about the fucks I don't give about how I may have offended you by having dissenting opinions.
It isn't about the fucks I don't give about your condescending views on the life I choose to live.

It is, though, about the ugly fuckling that I once bothered to give.

The ugly fuckling that I gave about unreciprocated platonic love I kept pushing at you.

This is me telling you that that fuck has been retracted.

Fuck you.