I’m that type of guy who tries to find humor just to spark that little bit of conversation. I rarely make the first move. I fool myself into thinking that I cannot be possibly liked by those around for the mere fact that I’m no good. I have a lot of insecurities that often stem from unknown reasons. I’m a self confessed douchebag. I lie. I’m narcissistic. I cannot withdraw myself from doing things that are deemed bad by the norms of society. I cannot be contained. I’m never contented but I’m always thankful. I’m ironic. I’m easily satisfied by those that give off some sense of euphoria regardless if its right or wrong. I cannot understand myself. I’m often clueless by the way I’m thought off. I try so hard to care less but I often disappoint myself cause I cant. I love way too much only to end up being hurt by the person who ought not to.