the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Watching all these true crime videos, avoiding the elephant in the room.

Well maybe, I grew up like them. Sometimes our behaviour is similar. Every once in awhile, they say something that almost makes sense.

I’m not a psychopath.

I feel empathy.

Yet not a drop of remorse.

What’s the diagnosis?

Traits do kinda look like every break up text. But that’s normal, right? NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

We all lie, a little.

Or pathologically, right?