Dear Mr. Bieber (Can I call you Justin?),
Being an entitled jerk can be fun. Trust me, I vaguely remember being two. That whole “mine” phase, I am sure, was enthralling. You are not responsible for much at that age, mostly trying to stop going to the bathroom in public, which at 19 you are still trying to master (remember the bucket incident, because we all do). Fortunately for us, we have all grown out of our entitled phase because it really is not endearing.