Tuesday, December 07, 2010

I'm a bad person.
It all boils down to that, really.
I enjoy bending things, people, and time to their respective breaking points.
Because essentially, in that way, I am doing it to myself: It seems to be the only way I can express my own self-destruction outwardly.
Despite being aware, I can't seem to stop.

The malice, the pain; I like it too much.


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