You need to smoke to be happy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for getting lit but it doesn’t ruin my night if I can’t have it. You’re disposition for the day depends upon whether or not you get to smoke.
You’re so pessimistic. You’re a depressive. You don’t even want to be happy! Don’t need to go into detail with this one. Everyone agrees that you look for the worst in everything. Everyone. Allow yourself to be happy, it’s actually not so bad!
No one else is ever right, and you have this strange delusion that you’re so much wiser and smarter in every aspect of every topic. Listen, for once, you might be surprised at what you might hear.
You won’t accept love.
You don’t know how to make a girl happy. Not sexually speaking, but emotionally, on a spiritual level. You talk a good talk, but at the end of the day even the best bullshitter is lying in bed alone tonight.
You aren’t chivalrous or courtly. I’ve met teenagers more more considerate and gentlemanly than you.
You won’t hear any of this. In one ear and out the other. Refer to bullet point number three, you’re perfect, remember?