I'm emotionally detached. Naturally. That doesn't mean I don't get hurt and it doesn't mean I don't empathize, it simply means I don't like getting emotional, I don't like showing emotion, and I don't like dealing with emotion unless it's under my own terms.
That being said, I don't manage my emotions very well. I bottle them up and then they burst forth in an ugly mess, triggered by something silly and irrelevant. You have no idea how I'm actually feeling at a given time, don't begin to presume. It's not your fault, it's mine for refusing to disclose the issue. I don't know why I do this, I don't gain self satisfaction from it.
I don't EVER just "get up and leave" without reason. If I have cut off all ties to you, no matter how abrupt it may have seemed, I had several damn good reasons and you can't say I didn't warn you.
However, I tend to just cut off ties and not give any reasons so I can't blame you for not knowing, just don't accuse me of not having my reasons.
I don't deal with death well.
I'm self aware of my own stages of grief so I don't know if I'm doing them right.
If I left you, I don't miss you. If you left me, I'm pining. Only three people can claim they've left me and one's dead, the other came back, and the last one's in the process of dying.
The last bullet point might not be wholly accurate, I'm not really sure. Elementary school is sort of a blur.
I haven't lived for very long and I'm sort of sick of people in my demographic acting like it has been that long.
I'm about to go to my dream college and I'm terrified.
This terror is a good terror, more anticipation than anything.
I'm a fairly optimistic cynic.
I really hope no one reads this, this is embarrassing.