the feeling of being hurt is so damn familiar with me. and yet its like a stake to my heart every time. im suprised theres any heart left. truly. i am. im so emotionless, i hold no remorse, im a terrible human being. and im not just saying this. morally, i am not a good person. im rude. i mock. (regardless if i can control it or not) im selfish. i dont know why people are still friends with me. i say shitty things as jokes. i downplay people as jokes. people say im so sweet. you can ask any of my friends. theyll say im kind and funny. period. because thats what i am to them. im the person you can talk to about your ex, your problems, your health, anything that troubles you. people come to me. people trust me not to say anything to anyone. simply because i couldnt care less. sure i sympathize/empathize, and listen of course. but im also the comic relief. i make jokes alot, to make people feel better, because sure. im a good person for compassion and comfort, but not as me.