If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.
Evil depends on where you're standing.
You're not very nice," I say, grinning. "You're one to talk." "Hey, I could be nice if I tried." "Hmm." He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then." "You're very good-looking." He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing.
i like to think that im helping them by hating them
Come on,'he says.' I have something else to show you.
It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.