I'm an unbelievably miserable, spiteful piece of garbage. I hurt every person that loves me and offer absolutely nothing in return. I just take and I take and I take. Every thought I have and every action I take has it's origin in selfishness. What kind of person literally can't contain the need to argue? Lash out? Hurt others? What kind of miserable cancer of a human being lives his existence like that.

I'm so completely ashamed of how I've lived my life and who I am.