the miserable life of a miserable teenager
psychopath
Not diagnosing, or diagnosed.
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?All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
Traits do kinda look like every break up text. But that’s normal, right?
We all lie, a little.
Or pathologically, right?
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