day-70

My friend called me An evil. And I admit that I was indeed born and formed to be evil. Although I try my best to show the good side of me and not violate the norms, if I follow my heart that always wants to do evil. I am evil and I admit it.

After my grandma passed away, nothing changed drastically in my life. Of course, because I was far from home and didn't see firsthand what was happening there. But this things was something that shook my mom’s soul so much. If my mom died, I would probably cry too, I would be sad and gloomy for days.

My mom told me many times through chat or phone calls, that she missed my grandma and her image still lingered in her mind. Her voice, her body, her scent, and also her gestures during her life. My mom said she didn't cry when grandma was buried, she could still hold back her tears. But after a few days, my mom felt sad and wail in grief.

Me neither. I felt like everything was fine, because again, I was expecting this to happen. With the passing of my grandma, our family was freed from a burden that had been hanging over us (I think). Besides, it's a pity that my grandma is too old, it's time for her to go.

Once again, I want to say that I'm not good at expressing myself with the grief or sadness that others experience. I can't sympathize. I find it difficult to understand what other people feel. Maybe for other people it is so sad, pleasure, but it could be trivial to me.

I never get tired of learning to understand other people's feelings. But don't force me to get stressed thinking about it.