no one reads this anymore, but here goes
I am a cynical bastard. I am a hypocrite, an asshole, a jerk, a judgmental ass, an arrogant bastard, a dick, and whatever other negative terms you can think of. I make a life out of bitching. I take the negative and spin it until everyone around me hates me, or has lost respect for me, or both. I don't see anything good in life, and it reflects in my daily life. I'm negative to the bone, and no one likes me for it. I have no friends, and now I know why. They have every right to hate me. I'm surprised Diane doesn't hate me by now, although I think she is getting closer to that point. She's the only love in my life, and I'll probably lose that too. I don't deserve to live. Everyone would be better off anyway.