But why

I don't know why I have to be this way. I'm stubborn and spiteful and I can't stop because I think I'm right, but I know it's not worth it.

I try to pretend I've grown up over the years, but I guess I'm just the same immature piece of shit I've always been. It feels like it would be so fucking easy to be happy, but I get in my own way so much that it's always just out of reach.