Stories Of The Emotionless Wreck.

25/01/13

I stared at the corpse allowing an empty feeling crawl inside of me. I was emotionless.
My grandmother, the only family I had left, had just died and not a single tear was produced after.
At one point I even tried crying, I owed her that much for taking care of me after my family died. Well how would I have any emotions, I was the one who killed her. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't some sort of murder confession, I just had to pull the plug because she was in too much pain. She would have done the same for me.
My name is Montgomery Rose, and my therapist told me to start writing a diary, because my 'I don't give a shit' attitude started to scare her, so she's trying to force the emotions out me. I do give a shit that Gran is dead, she took care of my for years, but i don't have any sort of emotions about it. Ugh.

Anyways today was ordinary. I woke up, ate food, got dressed, drove to the hospital, killed gran and now I might just drive to my boyfriends house for a movie. Boring. Well I don't have much to say..