I'm writing this because I feel sad. I could feel how mixed my emotions are, and words can't describe how much it feels.
Guilt is what led me into doing good things to others; to let them think that I'm a good person and never question what I've done wrong. The guilt I felt happened a year before, the year where I began to change.
Everyday I could hear how everything's against me and everyone's blaming me for everything that are screwed up. I feel completely fine with it, knowing I deserved it all. But it drew me completely insane. I began to be retarded, attention-seeker, rebel and be selfish. I wasn't just insane, my heart was full of hatred.
That mistake I did that I could never tell is the very last thing I'm going to say. That mistake screwed my life up, and I knew it was my fault. But what fault was made, with no exact reason? Exactly.
Everything has a reason, and the blaming part should be saved later. Greedy people have their reasons, even the corrupt has one too.
