You don’t have a truth. You’re an insecure heartless mess who goes about doing anything that might score you points with all the wrong people. Youre like those little levers in the pinball machines. Whichever person is the bigger bully to push themselves in front of you to push the buttons to control your levers, makes you dance like a helpless rag monkey. Everyone around you wants what they want and don’t care who gets pushed away to get their way through you, the dancing monkey on the strings.