It wasn’t a mistake three years ago, It was salvation. I knew even then that it was temporary, but I wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
Now I pay for it. My intentions were hardly evil, but in the end it broke me, twice. I’m not the fool I was then, but now I’m not any of that fool three years ago. My shadow is no longer mine, nor is my reflection. He won’t be missed though.
I’m a bad, bad person. I quite often hate myself, but I don’t dwell on it at all. I’m cold, angry and spiteful under all the bad jokes and comic relief.
I know all this, instead of changing, I embrace it. Are we all like this deep down? Aren’t we all like this deep down? Do we just ignore it, or is it just another bit of our humanity? A cruel, yet necessary curse that keeps us going?
Or is there better?
