This is a blog post regarding my, and I quote my supposedly intelligent brother, "under-developed" emotions provoked by a, most likely trivial, matter that involves a person I, just yesterday, labelled a "friend" and a social media by the name of goodreads. While I shall not dwell into the minute details and exact happenings of what I saw and read, I shall delve into how I felt, which isn't all that interesting, but I assure is my intended purpose.
When I finished what I read, the word "WHAT" flashed over and over in my mind in actual capital letters, unyielding and repeating, My heart was pounding heart and it felt like someone had drained it dry from the blood that keeps it pumping. My eyes were scrunched and my nose crinkled. I was confused, and I was bewildered, and I was aghast, and I was sad. Because why couldn't what I read been said to my face in person? Would it be so extremely hard as to just say it to my face and hope that I would gladly understand, although I doubt that I would considering my lack of developed emotions, instead of shouting it into the public eye of the world. I was hurt.
