Using Someone

By the time I was fully an adult, I was so used to my parents fawning all over me and doing whatever I wanted, that I started to think that everyone in the world should treat me that way. I can't believe how horrible I was sometimes, but my policy in life was to get what I wanted, no matter whom I stepped on. I felt I was important because I survived cancer, and that the world owed me, and I was obviously meant for great things. I had this one friend who was too nice and would always drive me places and buy me things because they just couldn't say no. And I thought I deserved it. I didn't.