There is no reason to like what causes such pain. Constantly struggling for personal gain and pleasure. Selfishness. I'm no different. Anyone who claims to be is fooling themselves. Satisfaction achieved by self gratification. Self destruction interuppted by praise. False praise. Built by the guilty conscience of those who think they're better than me. Prosthetic smiles are as painful as the hidden thoughts that back them. There words, hateful words, are never spoken, which hurts all the more. Look at them. They pretend to know me, understand me, and still love me. How can they? I don't know me and yet i still don't like me. She knows me more than i know my self. It's so terrifying to let her in. Oh well one day I'll know.