I’ve been a total ass to her. Nothing personal—I was just being myself. But I’m not a good guy. Not boyfriend material. I’ve always known that. I’m selfish. Impulsive. Easily offended. Chasing after whatever I want and then hating it as soon as I get it. I don’t think people can change. And I don’t know how to be any other way. And yet . . . For once in my life, I wish I were different.
