Maybe I’m evil. Maybe I’m the bad guy. I’ve thought that I may be a psychopath in the past. I’ve thought that because I’ve lied to my family, because I’ve faked smiles with peers, because I don’t truly care about anyone, and because I’ve done “immoral” things, I might not have a conscience.
The difference now is that I am accepting it. Being a psychopath made me unworthy of living before. Now I am more passively seeing that I am not a “good” person and accepting it. I cannot accept the socialized version of me as me and that’s okay. It doesn’t seem like a good thing to accept. But god it feels good to flip the world off and say I don’t give a damn.