Basically there are some terms you never think will apply to you.
What’s bad is when you realize that you are all those things and more.
That you’ve hurt people you love.
That you can’t fix anything.
I suppose it would make a difference if solid reasoning behind your actions existed, or maybe not. It doesn’t matter because usually there’s no such thing.
To be honest, there’s always reasoning, solid or not.
A long unforgiven hurt, a jealous streak, a need for revenge.
Maybe a need for validation, in whatever context it might come.
What I guess I’m saying is that good people do the right thing without a second thought. Crazy people do the wrong thing because it’s wrong, or maybe without even a concept of what wrong is.
But bad people know that something is wrong and they do it anyway.
I’m a bad person.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
For the people I’ve hurt, you know who you are. Words are trite and flimsy, but they’re all I’ve got.
For anyone else, I’m not going to expound. I’m embarrassed and I rightly feel totally wretched.