Nov
26
“I know there’s a third possibility, like cancer or madness. But cancer or madness contort reality. Maybe it’s impossible to say, maybe I’m too stupid…
You look at me as you tell me that you need to fill me up as if I am an empty space. I love you too but what makes me go on is to know he will return and I will make him suffer… and I’ll hurt him, I’m betraying me. I can’t exist by myself because I’m afraid of myself, because I’m the maker of my own evil. Because…. because….
Goodness is only some kind of reflection of the evil.. that’s all it is.”
