I always imagine what sex would be like with every person I interact with.

I detest my evangelical self righteous nephew. I want to scream STFU but love my sister too much.

I have no affective empathy; I can't feel the pain of others, but I'm brave & bold. I lead a double life, like Jekyll and Hyde. I am a sociopath. Nobody knows.

Everyday I say I'll start changing for the better that's been 11 years ago. And I am still worthless in my own eyes.

When your mother was pregnant I wanted to abort you. But, without you in my life, I think I would be dead.