Tomorrow I’ll go to my aunts funeral and I’ll feel nothing because I’m a disgusting hateful psychopath who will die before he hits 30 at a funeral nobody will attend if I even have anyone left willing to pay for a funeral, one day the last people I have left will wake up and leave me and they’ll be all the better for it because I destroy any people I’m around. I don’t make actual friends. The only people willing to put up with me are there because they want to believe that, at heart, everyone is good and can be fixed.