I put on a little façade. It seems to grow every fucking minute. For some reason, I like to pretend  that I’m hot shit. Really really really fuckin’ hot shit. But… I’m not. Not even close to the extent where my vanity could possibly be warranted.

Along with my arrogance comes the usual attitude associated. In short, it seems like I’m a huge asshole to everybody. Well, at the very least, everybody seems to think along those lines. I’m not even sure if I can blame them. I’m starting to believe it myself.

But it’s this ridiculous cycle… I’m an asshole merely because people think I’m an asshole.

It’s gotten to the point where I’m considered unapproachable and intimidating. What the fuck? Really? That assumption seems so… baseless to me. Nobody has really even taken the time to try to get to know me.

Which is a huge problem, because there are so many people that I’d love to get to know better. But if they think that I’m just some asshole, I’m pretty fucked. So there’s my dilemma.

It makes me pretty sad. I pretend like I’m some hot-shit guy, but I literally have nothing to show for it. This is why I didn’t go to homecoming. And haven’t gone to homecoming. Ever. I have to pretend like I’m unfazed, too. What a fucking awesome vicious cycle.