I Am Not A Good Person.

For some reason, people seem to think I am a good person. I am not a good person. I'm not exactly proud of this fact, but it's just something I am. Here's why:

I'm lazy, stubborn, a bit homicidal, obsessive, cold, uncaring, unloving, sociopathic, impolite, self-centered, narcissistic, selfish, horny, creepy, annoying, gore-loving, and a total freak in every sense of the word. I want to work in trauma because I like to watch people in pain. I want to be sent to a mental institution just to fuck with everyone who works there. I want to make peoples jobs harder. I once shot a kid in the head with a miniature crossbow because I simply hated his guts. I can't stand my mother and have wondered how much longer it will be until she drops dead. I love hearing people scream. I love being called a freak. I will go out of my way to illicit sympathy from others just for the attention. I have no sense of empathy whatsoever, nor do I have sympathy. I've kicked and punched my aunts and uncles. I sent one to the hospital once. I deliberately disobey any rule I am given. I refuse to listen to my mother, no matter how much "advice" she gives me. I dress as I want. I act as I want. I say what I want. I do what I want, whenever I want to do it. Honestly, I'm a horrible person. How I have friends is a mystery to me. Why people aspire to be like me is beyond fathoming.

"I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be than me."

Exactly.