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Am I?
A very good friend of mine told me this:
"Sometimes, you scare me. Especially when you're pissed. I'm very very scared"
This was said a couple of days ago and I'm still thinking about it.
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A college buddy once described me as histrionic. Perhaps there's some truth in that, perhaps it's all true. Am I really that evil? Am I really that much of a bitch? Reading my previous entries, I might be inclined to say I am. (Who the fuck am I kidding? Of course I am!)
Truth be told, I don't know anymore if there's some good in me. Maybe I took on the title of "devil" too much to heart. I'm not sure if I'm a good person.
I don't know how to be nice. I really don't. It's either I'm nice to you because I like and respect you, or I will simply ignore you because there's really nothing to say. I don't know how to be sociable. I've chosen to live in my own little world where I like to be with people I like to be with.
It's scary that I don't know how to be nice. Isn't this supposed to be intrinsic? Isn't this incorporated in our DNA or something? Does this mean my DNA is held together by evil?
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How did I get here? I never even noticed these changes. I remember being a nice person. I remember a pigtailed kid with glasses who was nice to everyone.
Now, I can't even sit still in the MRT without having to think and comment about someone. I know this for a fact.
***
Can the devil change?
"Sometimes, you scare me. Especially when you're pissed. I'm very very scared"
This was said a couple of days ago and I'm still thinking about it.
***
A college buddy once described me as histrionic. Perhaps there's some truth in that, perhaps it's all true. Am I really that evil? Am I really that much of a bitch? Reading my previous entries, I might be inclined to say I am. (Who the fuck am I kidding? Of course I am!)
Truth be told, I don't know anymore if there's some good in me. Maybe I took on the title of "devil" too much to heart. I'm not sure if I'm a good person.
I don't know how to be nice. I really don't. It's either I'm nice to you because I like and respect you, or I will simply ignore you because there's really nothing to say. I don't know how to be sociable. I've chosen to live in my own little world where I like to be with people I like to be with.
It's scary that I don't know how to be nice. Isn't this supposed to be intrinsic? Isn't this incorporated in our DNA or something? Does this mean my DNA is held together by evil?
***
How did I get here? I never even noticed these changes. I remember being a nice person. I remember a pigtailed kid with glasses who was nice to everyone.
Now, I can't even sit still in the MRT without having to think and comment about someone. I know this for a fact.
***
Can the devil change?
