You won’t like me, I’m not lying or exaggerating, it’s just the truth. I’m not a nice person; I’m not even a somewhat likable person. Oh I can be if it suits my needs, but it rarely does, I’ve found other ways to get what I want out of life. I’m not normal, it’s been many years since I was and even then, I’m not so sure. Cursed would be a fitting word to describe me, blessed I guess other’s may use, at least until they knew the truth. I have no friends, I like to remain alone and though over the years I’ve had lovers, and other dealings with them, I try to remain as detached from society as possible.