I don't fucking care. I'm a materialistic person who enjoys having her own things. I'm also immensely selfish and all I care about are the things I like and indulging myself. Things I think in my head are mine I resent anyone who tell me otherwise. I hate sharing and I hate being generous and kind. I don't help people even though they help me. I am a self-centered, egotistical bitch and I like living as one. I'm the kind of hypocrite that treats her things like crap until someone wants to cherish them. I don't like to change, so chances are I won't. I'm a hateful, spiteful creature who should never have kids. I'm childish, petty, and I secretly hold grudges. This is the moment where I truly, honestly believe that I shouldn't even be alive. It's too bad for the rest of the world. They have to deal with me. They have to cater to my every whim while I scoff at people. I'm not independent by any means, but I expect everyone around me to be because I'm useless and I like to keep it that way so I won't have to do anything. You could say I'm an attention whore.
I'm also the kind of person that cries when reading manga, or books. I'm the kind of person that could defend any side and actually conjure up emotion and empathy for it if I really tried to see honestly. I'm the kind of person who wants all or nothing. Not half. I'm the kind of person who could believe in anything. I might not be able to make things for myself (no faith) but I do believe for others. When I know something, it becomes so true to me, that nothing else exists. But it's never concrete.
I'm the kind of person who can't console anybody, who won't help others and who indulges herself way too much. But I also care a lot, in spite of everything.
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