I am an arrogant bastard.
I know that I'm not a good person. Everything I do has an ulterior motive behind it. Even as I type I can tell you that I'm thinking about what I can gain from this; from you.
Who gave me the right to judge other people? To weigh them in my mind? I feel as though I am cruel, but I am just.
Maybe I don't understand though. Everyone has different things that they don't tell people. I don't really get what they would be, but maybe it doesn't matter?
If they don't show it to me, they should know that I won't be able to see it or know it, that I can't understand it.
I am frustrated by this.
