Sometimes I wonder what my intentions actually are for doing certain things.

Do you ever wonder that?

I mean, … I always think I'm a nice person, doing things for or with others just because I'm nice and I want them to be happy. And then I catch myself in a moment of wondering if my intentions are as pure as I thought they were. What am I getting out of it? I'm getting something out of it. I am not as selfless as I hoped. Because even in being selfless I am enjoying the feeling of being selfless, and therefore am actually selfish.

Not saying there's anything wrong with that, I just wish I wouldn't notice I was being so kind hearted, because as soon as I notice it means I'm conceited.

Sucky.