I'm fine with it.
I know how to deal with it. I've been ignored most of my life. Your indifference won't make much of a difference.
I'm fine with the loneliness, the constant silence, the force of being with my own thoughts.
What? These aren't tears. It's just raining, you idiot.
I'm okay with pushing myself on the swings, going to the movies alone, having to share inside jokes with a crow that'll fly away once I run out of bread crumbs to feed it.
The single-serve TV dinners in the dark are delicious, I assure you.
No, I'm not just convincing myself. It's true.