Nope.

I don't understand.

Sure, your family was dysfunctional, but whose isn't?

Your mom and dad loved you. Took care of you. Didn't abuse you; hit you. Anything like that.

But you abuse the women you say you love. Shake them, slap them, slug and push them down stairs.

Your dad was a hard worker.

But you're an entitled piece of shit, who cries when people don't hand you the things you think you deserve, or giving you that unearned credit.

Your mother had a green thumb, but you are literally incapable of nurturing anything other than regret.

And I'm pretty sure you're a murderer. Did you care what that girl's name was?

Yet, I admire one ability of yours: that despite your absolute uselessness-despite the fact that the air you inhale and the food you ingest is completely wasted- despite your absolute repugnant malignancy, you can push all of that aside and still think so highly of yourself. Bravo, you walking shit stain; your level of delusion has reached epic proportions.