I had a rather nasty shock when I woke up this morning. My granddad on my mother's side of the family died last night and I honestly don't know what to think at the moment.
Yeah, I'm sad that he's gone, but I haven't shed that many tears since learning of his passing either.
Does that make me a heartless bastard if I can't even cry properly when a loved one dies?
Am I just putting up a brave front, or am I really fucked up enough emotionally to accept this so easily?
If there ever was a time for me to feel self-hatred, it'd be now I think.