Why is it like this?

I’m nothing more than a jerk. I already knew this, and there’s little to no way I can actively change. You know why? Because, it’s not like I have the sheer capacity to care for that anyways.



My life is an utter mess, and I have little to no means of fixing it. But, you don’t know that, no, I could easily be lying. How would it be for me to have been lying this next few parts? It would make me seem unsympathetic, which I am. I am obnoxious jackass who’s life he hates, but he has a loving mother who tries to help us all and gets no respect from her children, who are all way too arrogant and self-centered to give a single DAMN about her. A brother who I abuse on constantly because he thinks he owns the world and cries about every single thing. A sister who grew up way too fast and acts like she deserves everything. And me, with his Superiority Inferiority Complex and his Asperger Syndrome, is the worst of the bunch, because unlike them, I know my flaws, and I do nothing about them.



I was born normally enough, out of 5,000 sperm, I was the one that managed to pull through to my mother. I was the one who succeeded. However, my birth stopped my mom from going to college, and I was a burden to her for all those years. While she never admits it, my existence basically brought her life into a stop. She is raised me though, so I guess I will forever be in her debt. My father on the other hand... I never met him. I don’t know anything about him, I’m a literal bastard. However, I don’t need him, I don’t care for him. Why should I? I had someone who, while flawed, acted more like a father then he would ever.



His name is Eloy Salgado Jr. . He’s probably the most flawed person in my life. His life is so screwed up. He’s the Black Sheep of his family, and yet he tries so hard to get some love from his daughter. A retired professional soccer player, now a homeless man who lives on his friend’s couches. He made some bad mistakes in his life, and now look at him, he’s in such a horrible position it’s not even funny.



I was always the lonely outcast, I never truly had any friends. I had people use me and talk to me, sure, but never have I ever truly thought I had friends. I only really had one, Casey, and even then, I knew him even better online. Which is sad, but not the saddest thing that ever happened. Which proves that I am on the scale of evil as Adolf Hitler.



In this world, there are two kinds of people, people who know what they are, and people who don’t. The people who know what they are can be either better or worse, it’s not black and white in our world, it’s more like gray and grey. Humans, or Homo Sapiens, are just intelligent animals, and even then, we aren’t smart. We make stupid mistakes all the time



I take blows to my head all the time. My head is a pinball of pain. I hit walls, floors, ceilings, and other miscellaneous objects along the way. I also have a lot of unwarranted stress, infact, I have a couple of gray strands in my hair. Not really, however, that’s just me telling you how much you can’t trust me. I made an easily stupid excuse for no reason.



My life sucks. I’m a pathetic piece of trash, and this isn’t making me happy. I guess I should say nice things about myself... ... ... I got nothing. Dangit. I guess I’ll just finish this miserable story off now. It’s really nothing more than a guilt trip on a piece of print paper that no one will truly read and give a damn. It will probably be forgotten by me soon also. Well, let’s wrap this dying gasp now. Gasp.