¨Introduction¨

I look happy, don't I? I mean.. there's a big smile on my face. So I'm happy. Right? I know most people wouldn't be happy with my life. I know my mom wasn't. You know, since she killed herself. I didn't even shed a tear. Many people have called me insensitive or cold-hearted. But what happens when I meet a boy that makes me too compassionate. To the limit where I literally can't live without him. It's weird. Either I don't feel a thing or I feel too much.