I found out this year that I am a bad person.
The thing is, people around me don’t seem to accept this. But I know better. I know a lot better. I am not a good person. I lied to many. Hurt a few in major ways.
But that’s not what makes me a bad person. No, it gets worse: In most of the scenarios…I just don’t care.
Like, there’s no remorse for what I said or did in the past few years. Barely anything. I’m just not…I just don’t…it’s not good. Hey, it could be worse. For me, it really could be worse. I’m not the worst person in the world at all. I’m just a…what’s the word…I think a-hole should do it. A big a-hole.
What I do believe is that I am not a good person. I think this is a fact that people close to me will never want to believe. Nobody wants to believe the people closest to them are bad people. Who really wants to be associated with bad people?
And though I have done bad and have said bad, I run this blog. My optimism. My light. Can light come from darkness? Is this blog real?
Well, see, the thing is, I’m not a good person. Alright, alright, you know this. But let me finish: But, with God, I am a good person.
Okay, so wait, what does that mean?
