**(26/08/2013)** Some people are made of glass. Some are made of stone. Others have no idea what they’re made of. Like me. I’m not capable of sympathizing with the suffering, pain, grief or sadness of others. I know it’s not emotional numbness for books and music can so easily bring tears to my eyes. Maybe it’s that deep realization that those people are as irrelevant to me as I am irrelevant to them. Maybe the unfathomable amount of ugliness and chronic suffering surrounding me has slowly molded me into that apathetic and indifferent being. But not soul-less. Not yet. Maybe I have enough sadness in me that there’s simply no room for that of others. I don’t really know, but I do know that I never expect sympathy from anybody; because one shouldn’t expect to receive what one is incapable of giving.