My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
I think sometimes….
…that I want to be sad
…that I want to be lonely
Because there is an emptiness inside and I can’t fill it. There’s a pocket of sadness that I’m not feeling and maybe I I need to feel that sadness permanently.
…maybe it’s just part of the human condition
…maybe I just got really screwed up as a kid
…maybe I need that sadness to feel like me, because it’s what I have always felt.
I think sometimes that I shouldn’t think.