A few ago, my grandpa passed away. The morning I found out, I pretended to cry because i didn't want my parents thinking I was a bad person. The truth was, I felt nothing about it, and it made no difference to me. I loved him though. I feel the same way about many, many things. I've grown distant with friends that I don't meet often, I don't feel anything towards them. I remember the time I've spent with them, but I can't feel it. I'm not sure whether I'm ill or simply selfish.