Meaning, I don't have any empathy.
And I hate myself because of it.
No matter how much anyone tells me something that I should be concerned with, my mind is still blank and I can't seem to care.
I mean, I do care, but it doesn't feel like I care.
And this lack of empathy is making me upset because I feel very cold hearted and hateful for it.
Whenever someone tells me about a close relative or friend dying, I just can't seem to care as much as I should.
Death doesn't affect me very much, even with the number of people I've lost throughout my short lifetime.
Someone just said they had a mini-breakdown. I couldn't respond and instead brushed it off inside my head, thinking to myself that "I've probably had breakdowns 100 times worse and you should deal with it."
The only people I've ever really felt for are fictional characters in novels and movies, etc, but when it comes to the real world I just can't seem to care for anyone.