I vent to people all the time and I do it because I seek their attention. I seek their attention in an incredibly unhealthy way. Now, I do not lie in my vents. I have never and never will. I have always been a hundred percent honest in them. I'm not THAT kind of person.
Yet when they vent to me my brain gives less of a fuck. It doesn't care at all. Hell, it even laughs sometimes. So there I am a bit irritated and having no idea what to say.
But, I wasn't always like this. My brain wasn't always like this. I remember what it feels like to have somebody not care, so I pretend to care. I tell that person I'm sorry for what they're going through.
I don't want to be this way. Fuck bipolar. Fuck maladaptive daydreaming. Those are the two things I believe are contributing to this.
Then again I do have another theory.... My mom used to vent to me so much that as the vents went on and on I began no longer caring. I recall beginning to be this way around 13/14 years old. I am 16 years old now. I wasn't always this way. It worsened as I got older.
Maybe I'm just emotionally exhausted, exhaustion that has been going on for 2/3 years now.
Maybe it's just me being a teenager.
Either way, I'm a terrible person lol. At least that's what society thinks.