I hate not being able to comfort my friends, there is probably something wrong with me but I never feel any empathy when I see my friends or vent I really wish I did I truly do, but it’s the same as when my dog died, I wasn’t crying or sad I never feel bad.
The only thing I feel sad about in life is being touched by my step father, even I don’t feel empathy towards myself at moments. I used to kill small animals like squirrels for my groomer and hang their organs on trees, I never really felt anything when killing them either.
I really don’t think this is a vent as much as it’s a rant.
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