Is it so completely wrong to want something that someone else wants? It's not like I planned wanting to want the same thing, it just-- happened.

Yes, I know, a cliché way to put it, but that's how it was.

And I don't think it's my fault for doing that. Is it wrong that I don't feel guilty? Maybe my conscience is just really nice...?

No, who am I kidding? I'm just a horrible person. Everyone says that I'm not, but truly, honestly, if they knew how selfish I was...well they'd think I was horrible.

If one was to peer into my life at this exact moment, they'd probably be repulsed at sight of all the things that I've done over time.

The only one way I can think to describe the type of damage I've done is Erosion. It's wears away gradually over time, but the damage is extreme.

Most people don't notice the little things that I've done, but if any of them where ever smart enough to put it together, well then...I guess for lack of better words, I'm screwed.

Why didn't I ever think about the repercussions? Maybe my conscience has called in sick, caught a fever and died. Who knows, maybe I'm just destined to be a bad person. The villain in the plot of life. The ever quiet termite eating away at protective wall you put around all the things you love.

Right now, at this point in my life I think I'm doing well. I mean, I'm young enough to start over, and old enough to know how to do it.

This is my quiet confession. My elusive crimes revealed. It makes no sense.