One of these is a lie.

I am too intelligent to know what love is. I think I know what it entails, but I don't feel anything.
I wish I could regulate my feelings.
I wish there would be a zombie outbreak because I'd be so much better prepared than everyone else.
I did so many horrible things when I was younger, I was not a good person and I fear I will never be forgiven for all that I have done. I fear I will never forget all that I have done.
Hurting other people makes me feel good about myself. The power I can have over their emotions is fucking amazing.
I never called her back because I wasn't attracted to her, at all. In all other aspects, she was the perfect girl. How shallow am I?
I don't have the guts to kill myself, so I keep wishing for some kind of nasty cancer that kills you quick. That way it wouldn't be my choice, and wouldn't be an egocentric bastard who leaves my family with guilt.
I would sell out everyone and everything to live another week.
I love money and everything I can do with it.
I lie. A lot.
The only thing that has kept me alive, is knowing that things can always get worse.
People think I care, but I don't give a shit.