08-29-2010, 04:03 PM
"Honestly? No. I feel like dirt. Less than dirt. I feel like I am nothing, but a sick, disgusting abomination, a mistake, something that should not exist, but does anyways, with no true purpose behind it all. I feel like horrible, empty, hollow, dead, a living corpse. I feel bad," he declared rather simply. "But how are you girls?" he asked, acting as though he did not just spout out his inner thoughts of selfhate to his girls, though his blank face and voice stayed.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.