Some Thoughts About Myself

I wish I was a socialite and spend my life spending money in fancy upper class gatherings on a luxurious Caribbean Islands and Super Yachts.

However, my parents were stingy and did not provide me with that much money. What they provided was often even lower than what kids of much poorer parents had. It's not that they did not have it as they claimed, it that they refused me the money and lied to me about what they had.

Because I could not get the lifestyle, I wished I had, I grew to hate my parents and now wish for them to die a very painful and miserable death and live all their money to me. I enjoy imagining how they die in agony as I laugh. 

That also made me into genocidal psychopath who would like to sacrifice a lot of people for the sake of my personal wellbeing. After all their lives mean nothing to me. My happiness and wellbeing is all that matters to me.

Such a simple story really.

Since my parents are likely not my real parents, I was thinking of who my real parents could possibly be and came up with many interesting theories.

One is that my uncle, who was a successful business leader, is actually my dad rather than uncle.

Second is that perhaps I am an illegitimate son of nobility or even royalty. Someone like Duke York possibly fathered a lot of people with all these girls from Lolita Express. Other royals and nobility could be like this too. My mom was both disloyal enough to cheat on her husband and cunning enough to hide that fact skillfully. Both of my official parents are too deceitful to tell me anything even if they knew.

Something like that would explain why I am so different from ordinary people around me. After all nobility lives in a different world from commoners and think differently too. I must have inherited this from my real dad.