Prologue
I am not a good person. If you really knew me, you would see that. But you never knew me, not really. You were too busy being charming to conquer that mountain. Congrats, dear, I opened my heart up for the first time. But hey, at least you know now that I'm not that easily broken.
I am a user. I use and abuse until there’s nothing left. You didn’t know that, did you? Nobody knows until I’m done. But you used me too, darling, and you were worse. You had no guilt, no conscience. Who do you think you are anyway? Do you think you’re infallible, or perfect? You’re not. You’re an ugly, broken shell of a man.
I am a trickster. I manipulate my way in, and fake my way out. Don’t get me wrong; I adore it. But what you do is so much worse. You’re sick about it, honey.
I am an enigma. The real me, that is. I can’t even figure myself out. You? You’re simple. You walk the walk; you talk the talk; you play the game like a regular pro. But there’s nothing underneath that handsome face of yours, sweetheart, nothing but greed. You love yourself enough for the both of us. So what do you do this for?
I am not a good person, but at least I’m not you.
