My Rant Book??

The...Feels?

So, I don't know whats wrong with me.

You: Well first of all, your super weird. Second of all, your music taste is shi-

OKAY! DAMNN. I WASNT ASKING YOU. LEMME CONTINUE.

So this is kinda hard to say...

I don't have feels.

You: *sarcasm* no way really.

WELL I APPERNTLY DONT.

I was watching one of my favorite anime's with DelilahDivine (Tokyo Ghoul) and one our favorite characters where about to die. And she was just sitting there bawling holding my hand. And I was just like.

Meh.

My eyes didn't even water.

What am I?

Just today, I was with my grandmother, we where driving by this street, and here's what happened

Grandmother: *drives by street* I saw a child die here before.

Me: *looks at grandmother* wha?

Grandma: oh yeah, I was holding a cloth to his broken head. I saw him die.

Me: oh really.

Grandma: *tells whole story about child*

And I shit you not, I didn't sheed one tear.

HEY DISNEY, WHATS GOOD?! TRY A LITTLE HARDER. CUZ GIRL MY FEELS ARE BROKEN.

I FEEL NOTHING WHEN I WRITE SAD CHAPTERS.

TRY ME.

YO, DISNEY. COME AT ME BRO, COME AT ME.

YOU TOO PIXAR, YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOU, BUT GIRL, I DIDNT.

I NEED SOMETHING STRONGER. GIMME THE GOOD STUFF.

(What am i? A drug addict?!)

WHATS WRONG WITH ME?!