I think I’m already insensitive. And I don’t like it. Although it could be interesting

It all started… well, I was going to say 3 years ago. I don’t get used to it. Yes, 4 years. I don’t know why my head is still in 2021 although it was a pretty normal year. I didn’t have many changes, it was the same monotonous life, I just met some great people who will probably read this one day, probably not.
In 2018 my great-grandfather, then 80 years old, died from his heart problems. I was never that close to him, so I saw it as normal not to cry. I felt quite sad, but no tears wanted to come out.
In 2021 a 70-year-old neighbor died, whom I had known for as long as I could remember, a nice great-grandmother who was a neighbor of my grandparents, and the wife of one of the oldest priests in town. People who saw me grow up and had a more or less emotional bond.
And nothing.
Today is one of those days when I am sad for no reason. It happened to all of us, I think. I’m more sensitive than I’d like to admit and no. I don’t have the period 😛 don’t say it, don’t say it 😉
I felt that feeling you feel when you’re close to cry just because of overthinking. And guess what.
I’m definitely start to be one of the people who I always criticized, but secretly admired. Bruh.
I didn’t have to say that, the last I mean, was one of the harmless secrets I wanted to take to the grave.
It’s okay, it doesn’t matter anymore.