A sense of entitlement.

I always feel like I have a sense of entitlement.  Entitlement being that the world should cater to me and myself.  Truth cold and hard is that the world doesn't give a shit about me nor do people on the level that I think they do.  I've formed such bad thinking patterns with this addiction that on some level I think everyone should cater to me.  But that is the addict talking.  I don't know what real love is.  I've only bonded with the fake and unreal.  But then reality seems so fake and unreal most of the time, ahh FUCK i am so frustrated!!! Geezus freaking Christ I'm glad I can journal these feelings.