T,

You don't care. I'm just in a box where you put all your patients.

You have a good time on festive seasons whereas I rather be working even.

I'll try to give you my one page apology letter detailing my insights and misunderstandings but I doubt you'll care. You'd want me to speak aloud so maybe I'll have to read from it and get interrupted by you.

I am a fool to have given you heartfelt letters and that stupid painting.

You don't really care - you just pretend to. In my scheduled time, because we are just jobs to you.