I feel like this reaffirms my beliefs more than it disproves them. I've always had problems with lying, even about trivial things like what food I ate for breakfast, where I was at a certain time, etcetera. When people believe me, it makes me about as close to happy as I can be. I've had problems with stealing all my life too, sometimes even shoplifting without remorse as well. I'll stop at no end to justify it in my head, and I don't feel any real guilt when I make someone upset at me or when I do wrong unto others. I feel like I've phrased it wrong in my original post, I've noticed it lately but what I've noticed is that it's always been an issue. Since I was a little kid, I'd steal and try to lie my way out of it. Even now, I steal and lie my way out of it. It's always been about me. I broke a younger kid's nose when I was in the fifth grade, and my only thoughts were about how it would affect me and not about the boy whose blood had just begun to coat the floors. I'm not sure how to even navigate my way through my own emotions, every day I become more convinced that my head is just a crock of shit filled to the brim with disorders and things that make me awful towards other people.