I don’t believe I’m a good person. I do good things. I don’t think I’m a bad person. But I deeply believe I’m not good. I’m selfish, and self absorbed. The apple didn’t fall too far. I speak before I think and have perpetually been the main character. My life is and always has been way better than I deserve. I have always had the acceptance that eventually everything will catch up with me and I’ll end up justifiably murdered or in jail. I’ve always connected more with the villains, and just accepted the accountability of being the antagonist in someone else’s story. Karma will get me eventually, I’m not running too fast.