there are no angels and demons;
there are only ourselves and ourselves;
the everlasting dichotomous struggle.
i want to be bad; i want to do bad things;
i want to inhale those bad things;
i want to feel those bad things;
because they make me feel good things,
and they bring around great things.
without those bad things,
there can’t be these good things,
and without these good things,
no sense in having those bad things.
i haven’t solved anything;
typical; i don’t understand anything,
especially those things.
i just wish i had something…anything.