I had a brain tumor growing up, so I made friends with a lot of kids who have since died. My dad and grandfather died a week apart, shortly followed by my grandma. Left and right they drop like flies. It used to get me really upset and I would cry and scream.
Now, another of my friends has died, and one more is in a coma he might never wake up from. And I don’t even care a little bit. I feel like maybe I lost part of my humanity. Everyone is so sad and worried, and it just doesn’t matter to me. I mean, I hope he wakes up, but I’m not emotionally invested in it. What is wrong with me?