Dear Diary,
How come I cried when my grandma called me a dirty rat the other day but when my dad left for prison this morning, I didn't even shed a tear.
I didn't even feel bad.
I wanted to cry, I wanted to feel pity. I just didn't.
Dear Diary,
How come I cried when my grandma called me a dirty rat the other day but when my dad left for prison this morning, I didn't even shed a tear.
I didn't even feel bad.
I wanted to cry, I wanted to feel pity. I just didn't.