I’m starting to get worried about myself. I have begun to laugh when I see death. On the news. On TV and in movies. It has a different effect on me.
I tend to go one of two ways when I see it. I either laugh or cry. When I cry it is not because I feel sorry for the person but rather jealousy.
I think I may be becoming a psychopath or something. Life has little meaning for me and what little I have left is waning. I fear that if my life doesn’t change soon things will get rather unpleasant. Why won’t anyone help me?