I'm a dazzling star who lives in the spotlight, and I'm also a pretty heartless person. Everyone knows it, from heaven to earth. But how exactly am I heartless?
For example, most of my fans like me just because I'm good-looking. Plenty of people dislike me, and the ones who do like me can be counted on one hand.
For example, I had a boyfriend who supported me emotionally and financially for over five years, but I never even celebrated his birthday. We broke up, and I wasn't particularly sad. A week later, I was already clinging to someone else's coattails.
The second guy was pretty much the same. Aside from needing his money, I didn't need anything else from him, so he could do whatever he wanted to me while he was supporting me.
It sounds like I'm pretty heartless toward myself, too.
But I do know how to say thank you, and I know how to give something back. Everyone says I'm heartless, so I can only play along. After all, when they abandoned me as a child, I went along with what they wanted, too...
How should I put it? My conscience was eaten by a dog when I was little. The dog spat some of it back out, and that little bit is slowly growing.
P.S. The main plot of this story is a total train wreck, so read at your own risk.
Come on, come on, come on, daddy!