"Says the werewolf in lady-skin behind the counter," Sweeney snorted out a humorless chuckle. "You're trying to be someone you're not, trying to be a 'better you'. How the bloody fuck can you stand there behind the counter day in day out listening to a torrent of shite from random people while you're left silently screaming in your own skin."
He shook his head, exhaling in disgust. "Of course they don't give a shit, people are selfish fucking pricks the lot of them. You'd be better off not wasting your time, that sort of thing can wear on a person mark my words."