When i was 7 i never wanted everything, I always needed one thing. I would figure out what was stopping me to get it. I would then calmly explain to my mother how i needed it, she would say no. I would then go into a hysterical fit. Then explain to mom the extreme measures i would go to in order to get this. She would give in..I always got what I want. About a week later..possibly days or hours..i would find something else, or a fault in the current toy, and the cycle would repeat itself.
I treat people like toys.
I complain about being unhappy. But i don't let myself be happy. Everything is a game to me. I want what i can't have, i go to extreme measures to get it..i enjoy it for a few moments, and then decided to move on to the next thing i don't have and suddenly decided i want. The cycle repeats it's self.
Why am i like this? When did i become such a bad person...