Everything just seems so small. Like being trapped in a little shoe box. Wherever I go, it's all just the same. Dark and suffocating. Am I not the most selfish person I know, I ask myself. Yes I am. You know what I do? I stop other people from being happy. And worse, I don't do it directly. I do it in my uncanny ways such that the person would think it's his/her fault; and I am completely aware of my foolproof manipulation. My classmate said I'm a devil in disguise. No, I said. I'm just a devil. Am I not the worst person I know, I ask myself. Yes I am. I'll tell you what I think. That I'm better than anyone, everyone. That I'm just too damned good for anybody. Yes, true. I'm a horrid person. Even I disgust myself. If you see me walking around, don't approach me. I will just ruin your life.

I love you though.