I’m so f***ing tired of being told that something is wrong with me. I know that something is f***ing wrong with me, I can’t feel anything. You are actually pretending to care now after you ignored me when I needed you most. Now I am empty. I can’t trust people because you turned your back on me. I can’t love people because all you ever did was give terrible examples of it. I’m just a shell now, a hollow doll that lives just because I’m too lazy to die. Why did you have to make me this way? I could have turned out fine. It isn’t in my nature to be this screwed up, but your nurturing took care of that. I hope you’re happy.