I could die right here. Right now. An innocent. With bad thoughts in her head. I need to be a better person. But in order to do that I need more time. If I get more time, I might do even worse things. The ones I love don't deserve that. The world would do so much better without me. Then why am I not dead? I can't do anything right. They say people live for a purpose, do something good and right and honest. What can mine possibly be if I screw up everything and everyone I touch. I'm an idiot. I can't even think through things long enough to see my mistake in the event or be able to foreshadow it coming. I'm a liar. I lie every single day, every moment of the day for no reason at all. (Deja vu, I'm an idiot)