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It saddens me when I reflect on my own mind. It's a dark place that seems very lonely. It violent, destructive, demented, and fun. I admit that the things I come up with are twisted in some of the worst possible ways, and that I probably should have been institutionalized when I was a kid (viewed death as a natural thing that would happen to all of us, something that shouldn't be mourned by the age of 6). The fact is that I often wonder what stopped me from acting on my thoughts. I don't like what I would be if I did, anymore than I like what I am now. True, acting on my thoughts would have provided satisfaction and some level of joy, but I want to make this world a better place for everyone. As it is often depicted there is a good way and bad way to do this. I'd rather avoid following the path of my character in my book. Darkness creeps up on us all. I believe I accept it, but in my own way.
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May 18, 2013, 10:31 PM
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