I love when people go on and on about how great their winter break was and ask me how mine was so I can ruin their good mood by mentioning that I went to my grandmas funeral.
My grandmas days away from dying because of cancer, all of my friends are depressed, and I feel no pain, I’m not sad about any of it at all, it’s like I couldn’t care even if I tried. I think there’s something wrong with me.
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