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I tried to leave. Packed my stuff, got on the motorcycle, and headed off. But when I stopped for food, I saw a man in a car, screaming at his wife. I thought, 'I'm going to be evil again, so maybe I should start with him and sort of... work my way up to innocent people'. Sometimes I'm afraid of my own mind. Anyway, I used magick to force him to get out of the car, and attacked him. I hit him with all the power I had. I even set him on fire. And when it was done, and he was dead, I looked up and saw all these people staring at me, horrified. I wanted to cry, and now I am crying, but at the same time I enjoyed it. I still like being evil. I just... I don't know. I don't know! I spelled those people, to make them forget, and now I'm sitting in the house I was in before, crying pathetically. I wish I hadn't seen Aurora in LA. If I hadn't seen her, I wouldn't of kidnapped her. And if I hadn't kidnapped her, Grant would have had no reason to know I even existed. Aurora ruined being good for me; now he's ruined being evil. Now I don't know what I'm doing. I guess I'm just... being.