I like having a purpose. I like to change a lot. I like to collect things, but not people. People will come and go as they please. You can’t control them - they are their own soul, and somtimes it hurts to be so helpless. A person will never choose your wants over their own, its not necessarily a bad thing, but its not pleasant to be on the receiving end of such a naturally occurring predicament. Long story short, almost everyone will fuck you over, whether they honestly didn’t mean it or not. To be somewhat self-centered is a survival instinct
Some say negative; cynical - but I like to think of myself as a realist. There’s nothing wrong with not having false hope, sometimes the wound heals quicker when its stitched up straight away and forgotten. I guess it depends whether you consider hope as the disease or the pain killer.