Yeah... So... This is just things I'm scared of.
There are the normal, irrational things like spiders, heights, and things like that. Then there is myself... Yes, sometimes I'm scared of myself. And I think it's very natural to be scared of yourself sometimes.
The reason I'm scared of myself is that I didn't cry at my uncle's and grandfather's funeral. My uncle drank himself to death. He wasn't violent or anything like that, just addicted to it. My grandfather had Alzheimer's. So... I was almost glad when he died, because he was in a better place.
I've never actually told anybody about this. Mostly cause I don't want to seem like a big, heartless monster.
But I've never had that "cry for a while" period. I'll probably have it one day... But yeah, I'm scared of myself because I barely cared that two family members died.
I thought about this for a while last night, and figured I'd write a story to calm my nerves.
