I'm sorry
I don't think I've ever been truly sorry in my entire life. I could say I'm sorry, but in all reality I'm most likely not, unless it's me feeling sorry for myself, or I'm sorry but only for actually getting caught for something that I should be sorry for. I'm a liar and everyone knows it. I've determined myself to be a fake person. Not fake as in trying to be something I'm not, because by all means, I'm as real as flesh and blood. I think in my twisted mind, I have created a person, an alter-ego, and at times, I catch myself doing things that I would never normally do. I wonder why subconsciously I have this safe haven. It's more of a zone, a place in my mind that has no feelings, no soul. This contradiction of an entry, only proves my point further. I could just be sick and delutional from lack of food, but I think this new truth should be heard. I'm not to be trusted or loved, ever. Advise: Never getting attached to people, never allow anyone to bring you down. People die, therefore, they are disposable. I know my flaws, and I'm not as ashamed as I thought. I'm a demon. But you better believe that I'll do a hell of a lot of damage on the way down. The devil can't win that easily and people will be destroyed in the chase. I will hold no prisoners. I'm selfish, crazy, manipulative, and sneaky. Or "shady," as you always say. I love you, I do, but I will be your end. It's something I have lost control over. Or something I wish I had no control over. I make people miserable, and I wish I could feel some sort of remorse, but I don't. I'm empty, and it really is a shame. I'm a waste of life, but I will abuse this body till the end.