Here I am. I fear my time has come. Yes you heard it.

**I fear.**

Plus, plus, this is my first time talking to you. Obviously I certainly know that I’m not actually talking to anybody, like that one character who narrates to an audience. I’m just making it in my head. I already know. I’m not that crazy. Someone’s gonna probably read this right now in my diary, when I finally come to my defeat, accepting my fate.

There can be three figures in my mind. Those two people that argue, represent two parts of me. The first one would be **“the good”**. For the word “good” I don’t mean someone who never does something bad. He can do as well. He can feel guilty, he can be depressed, lonely.

The other one I’d call him **“the bad”**. a Careless person, someone who has an ego, no sense of guilt for the bad things he does, no mercy at all. He can laugh about it. He can be a bastard-motherfucking-psychpath.

And finally the one who’s in the middle would be a failed creation. A mistake, accidentally created by the good and the bad. An individual who should not exist. That is **me**.

**ME.**

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