Firstly, allow me to introduce myself:
I am an egotistical, narcissistic, neurotic, acrimonious, downright despicable, sorry excuse for a human being. People who know me would say differently, and they’re dears for saying so, but I’ve spent enough time reflecting on the sketchy paper-mâché model that is my life to understand a little bit about who (or what) I am. In so doing, I’ve developed an acute sense of self-loathing. Given the chance, I’d spit on my own grave.
