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I like to think that if I had blood on my hands I’d be worried. That if I hurt someone I’d be sad. But I know I’ve killed someone and I don’t care. I couldn’t care less. Does that make me any less human? Does not caring for killing the person I hated most make me bad? The girl I hated most. The girl whose blood is on my hands- whose face I wear.

Is it bad I don’t care I’ve killed her?

Or that I don’t care society would’ve done so anyway?

That I knew so surely someone would kill her I decided to do it myself. I knew they’d never like her. So I slit her throat. All I want is for her to be alive again. I’m sure you’d love to meet her. But all you have is me and I’m not sure I can even play that part.