Indifferent.

I wish I could say I feel bad when I hear about your troubles.
I wish I could muster up even an ounce of sympathy.
But I can't.
Does that make me a bad person?
Probably.
Frankly, I don't give a damn.
You never did, I am following your example.
No sympathy.
No empathy.
No cares or concerns for anyone but yourself.
So you can't really be surprised, can you?
Knowing you, you probably can.
Forever the innocent victim.
Ha.
I won't go as far as laugh in your face.
Or gain pleasure from your situation.
But will I care?
Absolutely not.
Will I worry for you?
Nope.
Do I feel you deserve it?
I'd be lying if I said I didn't.
You reap what you sow.
And you've sowed nothing but evil for as long as I've known you.
So now that's it's heading your way, it feels...meant to be.
Not something I wished for, but something that makes sense in the grand scheme of things.
Karma.
It's here and it'll make you pay.
For all the tears, pain and hopelessness you caused in others.
You are a bad person.
So it's not in me to feel bad for you, I can't muster up those emotions.
But my basic human decency prevents me from jumping for joy at the news of your problems.
I'm just...indifferent.
You're beyond learning from your mistakes.
You'll never realize you're the cause of your own demise.
So maybe life will teach you that lesson instead. 

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