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Have I really fallen this far?

I am cruel and vindictive; I enjoy cornering others of my own kind and establishing my own superiority over them. I enjoy making them feel like the things that they do are wrong. I enjoy the looks on their faces as I mock them. Why am I like this?

I am getting old; I can feel my connection to what I was slipping. I am no killer and the beast does not dominate me yet I find myself growing callous towards those outside my own realm of thought.

Where is Violet? I need her so much right now. She could bring me back. She always could. Sometimes I just lie in my bed looking at where she used to sleep; sometimes when I try I can still smell her.

I should have told her I loved her more. Why didn’t I?