evil
To mom,
The world works in strange ways, he's at rock bottom and has reaped what he sowed for the past two years. I'm slightly anxious about my vision coming to light, luckily I confiscated his firearm.
I don't want to feel bad for him or show him mercy because I'll be a fool if I do so. I know he deserves all of this.. But how do I stop feeling so wicked about it?
Something in me has been slowly shifting since I've died. My significant other is the one who made me realise it one night, but.. I think I'm growing more corrupt.
I used to be more generous than I am now. I used to be more empathetic and kind. I used to care and go out of my way for people. I used to be pure.
I can't bring myself to accept that these are still applicable to me anymore.
I've also been lying to myself about my happiness, I'm still miserable. I thought I could make things work but in the end I couldn't erase those ugly parts of myself.
I feel like a heartless bastard.
Are you disappointed in me, or are you proud that I finally admitted it? What would dad think? Am I ever going to find genuine happiness and love? Or should I follow in your footsteps?
From your son