At like 25+ you are damn near 30. They are grown-ass fucking adults, and it’s so weird you all care about something that has nothing to do with you. I truly don’t give a fuck. And if the people in this comment section were diagnosed with cancer, their kid was diagnosed with cancer, or their kid died at birth, I wouldn’t give a fuck about that either. Honestly, I’d probably pop champagne and celebrate—that’s how much your life is truly meaningless to me.

And that’s how they feel about you too. If your toddler had terminal cancer, and I or they had the cure for it—and I could give it to you for free to cure your kid—I wouldn’t and they wouldn’t either.

It’s pathetic to care what other adults do especially when they couldn’t give less of a fuck about you.