I'm selfish, and to tell you the truth, I really don't care. I don't care if that makes me seem like a bad person, or if you think I'm not nice, or whatever else might cross your mind. I think I've spent enough time worrying about other people and doing things for other people that I deserve to be selfish.
If you disagree, well it doesn't matter if you disagree.
I'm also tired of being nice. I'm tired of being nice when really, deep inside, I want to scream and punch you in the face. You, of course, being a specific person. I am, for the most part, a nice person. If you push me far enough though, I snap. And lately, I'm teetering on that fine line between nice, and not so nice.
I mean honestly, the mere thought of certain (and recent) events make me really angry. And then the fact that I get so angry makes me even more angry because it's so stupid and so ridiculous that these things shouldn't even be bothering me. Yet, somehow I still manage to let them. I think the main reason why I let them bother me is because a certain someone doesn't understand why I'm mad and why I feel the way I do. And because of that I go over the situation in my head again because maybe I'm overreacting. Then, like always, I come to the conclusion that I'm not, but at that point I'm already angry. It's a vicious, vicious cycle I tell you. Vicious.
I'm sure this only makes sense to a handful of people, and that's OK.
Anyway, simply stated: Don't fall in love with me.
If I've warned you once, I've warned you a hundred times.