There are colors in my vision; colors which don’t exist, because I am drowning in clear water. I sort of notice that the last particles of air are being squeezed from my lungs, because there are bubbles floating upwards, up to the imaginary colors.

I don’t care.

Three words that mean the exact opposite of what is being said. I mean, when you say “I don’t care”, you normally do care. You feel some emotion about what happened; anger, disappointment,
confusion, whatever. Anything but disregard.

It occurs to me as I start seeing tunnel vision that I haven’t done anything in life worth caring about. That I am able to completely let go of my life because it meant nothing to anybody, including myself.

And the last thing I think as I fall deeper and deeper under is I don’t care.