It was a good distraction. I recall the person I was back then, the person I've tried so hard to leave behind. The person I managed to rip out of this human vessel and send away. A monster?

Given a choice I would really like to have punched and burned that person.

But I don't know. Is this person now, any better?

Keep telling myself, I'm not a good person.

Maybe I'm not who I think I am. Maybe I'm not who everyone thinks I am.