Asshole

Peter thought he was such a nice guy... He thought he was so respectful. He's a fucking douche, a dirtbag, a low down dirty scum who only thinks about himself. He acts so nice at first but he reaches a certain point where he always gets what he wants. He's a fucking asshole and that's all there is to it. He's a piece of shit, it's no wonder he's always alone. No one can stand him, not even himself. He thought that everyone was a cynical bastard, but the only cynical bastard he knew was himself.. He couldn't change it, no one ever could. He can't get a good nights sleep until he's had a few brews and was feeling dizzy, he has to smoke half a pack of cigarettes just so he could forget his shitty deeds. Peter doesn't deserve love, he doesn't deserve a friend, he doesn't deserve anyone. "I'm sorry for all the grief I've cause you, you can sleep in peace knowing that I can't sleep until I've turned all my wrong doings into self pity" he said aloud, ritually. He hates himself for living the way he does