I'm a bad person. I know that for sure. I'm standing here looking around as if nothing happened. It's not an appropriate behaviour during a funeral of somebody who was so close to you.
I don't feel any emotion. No grief, no sadness. Hell, it would be even better if I were happy about it. That would mean I'm not indifferent to the whole situation. But no, nothing. I don't even try to show others that I care. That would be pointless anyway. They all seem to avoid me as if I were invisible. Well, they've always hated me. „Black sheep", they say. I don't blame them, though. It is me who doesn't feel anything during a funeral, is it? I know that I am able to feel emotions. In general, I mean. But now? Nothing at all and I don't feel like it's going to change. And you know what? I wouldn't like it if it changed. Damn, that's just sad. I'm happy about not feeling anything when a person who knew me best is being buried. But di