I am insensitive. I don't appreciate even the big things. I am indifferent and I don't care about the things and the people around me. Maybe I really don't care. Maybe I really don't give a fuck. Maybe because I'm so used to being alone. So alone that I have become independent. I have learned so many things by myself. So alone that I believe I can do everything myself. And I don't need anybody. I was forced to use only my brain and not my feelings. Maybe that's why people thought I'm only smart. I think so too. I'm not emotionally intelligent even though I think I am. I probably had nothing else to believe in
when someone said, "in the end, you're all you've got". After that, I found myself preparing on how to survive—alone.
