Mar 12, 2013
I've "broken" two people's hearts over the past few months and they've both told me that I've destroyed their lives. This sounds terrible, but I honestly don't feel bad. Not because I'm a bitch and did it on purpose, but I just can't make myself care about what happened. I have the emotional maturity of a five year old. I can't hold on to feelings that I have for people (or anything, actually) and I guess that that should make me nervous or scared, but it doesn't.