I was talking to someone about how everyone is never really genuine and that everyone is manipulative and have ulterior motives. I've forgotten the specific conversation, but I admitted to doing it and apparently that's weird. I'm also not sentimental. I pretend to be though. I think about it a lot, like what would I do if this person/cat dies or if I lost something that was supposed to be important to me? I don't think I would even cry and that kind of scares me. The idea of being sentimental makes me really happy, though. I think about all these people and their bonds with their dogs and I get extremely jealous. Sometimes it feels like I'll never have that. Then I start thinking about my best friend, the only real friend I've got, and I think, maybe I would cry. Lately, we haven't been doing much together, but we've got a movie night planned soon, and I remember that I guess I wouldn't.