For the longest time I hated myself and couldn't understand what was wrong with me.
Why didn't Olivia notice me. Was it because I was ugly or fat or stupid. This was my line of thinking. For Fucking years this went on, I was a total wreck. Hiding in my room thinking of killing myself.
Finally one day it hit me. There is nothing wrong with me. I am strong as hell, I can out lift anyone in my platoon. I am roguishly handsome with my scars and all and could charm a nun out of her panties. I am incredibly intelligent.
The problem wasn't me, it is Olivia.
Once I understood how fucking stupid Olivia is life suddenly seemed amazing.
So when you feel like hating on old schwilly for being a fucking prick, think to yourself.
Do I really hate Schwill for having the self confidence to say and do what he wants no matter what, or do I hate myself for being too much of a coward to do what I want?