What I Hate About Myself

What I hate about myself is how unsympathetic and uncaring I can be.

If someone's about to die, I don't feel much (sometimes).

If someone I know dies, I just end up in a bad mood for some minutes and just keep thinking about it in... shock and... confusion, I guess.... not shedding a tear.

Last time I cried was because I was afraid my dad would leave me, not because someone died or anything.

It's just ;-;

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