I have this one part that is very evil. It enjoys pain & suffering. It doesn't care. It has pieces of my father in it. It likes to destroy & watch me suffer.
"Oh is that sentimental & you like it? Well it's trash now & im burning it for safe measure!" It says I need to be clean. Likes space & the emptiness of it.
"Oh you made a lunch date with an old friend? Well it's cancelled! You don't need that!"

Then I'm left with the regret of its destruction. Things I wanted to keep are now gone & things I wanted that might lift my mood are gone too.
I hate this part of me! I hate the lonely empty space it puts me in & tells me I deserve it & must stay there. I'm evil & need to be alone.

Why. What does this part want? It hates sympathy or kindness. It makes the rage worse. It just seeks total destruction. And sometimes I just give into it.