Dear Diary,

I'm a terrible friend. My best friend was left heartbroken because her ex boyfriend moved on to another girl. It was humane to comfort someone who is in a situation like this,but I find it hard to relate.

Yes,I'm a hopeless romantic,you can stop laughing now.

Anyways,even if I am,I knew that comforting her was an option,but I didn't feel like cheering her up. I just stared at her,blankly while she cried her eyes out.

To be honest,I knew that it was going to happen. That's how love works,right?

I was irritated with her. I found it rather annoying.

She's an amazing best friend,but she still has her flaws. Everyone does. The only thing I despise is how much she talks about love.

L.O.V.E? Ah never heard of it.

I don't know why people laugh. I get it,there's something funny,but I don't understand. It's easier to remain quiet and not laugh at all.

When people are hurt,I could care less. When I get hurt,I could care less.

When there's attractive people,I could care less.

When there's an old friend i cross paths with...I could care less.

I could care less about everything.

That's why not many people like to socialize with me. They describe me with words like, "blunt","boring" and "emotionless". They might be correct,but I could care less.

Recently,a good friend of mine told me about her situation in her house. I could tell that she is dying inside. I pretended to listen,but I was actually daydreaming. At the end of her 'interesting' speech,I had to fake my pity.

I can't verify the problem with me.

Phie's Dear Diary