2007-04-29
between the dead and the dead
I realize now that without ever noticing it, the bad part of me has gained more prominence than ever, and I've become a completely unloveable. I have done too many things I cannot be proud of, and become the precise thing I told myself never to be. Even changing my ways won't ever erase the fact that I (hopefully, past tense) was a monster. And those I have hurt won't give me the chance to repent.
I also realize now that the good part of me is being eroded away quickly by the world. Ideals, ethics, what are they if the world prevents you from exercising them?
What is there left to look forward to?
Edit: I don't know what to do. How do I translate my regret into actions?nothing ever happens at 8:08 p.m.