i hate you so much...

Supposed that I have a gun at my right hand and pointing it at a person’s head who’s kneeling in front of me with fear, I always thought that no matter what, I couldn’t kill someone for the sake of mere pleasure and that there would always be that certain time where I would felt pity and that there would always be a tiny bit of kindness within me that would stop me from it. But now, at this very moment, I am in doubt of myself. I may be able to kill someone just for the heck of it, whenever and wherever I wanted without even the slightest taste of guilt lingering to me.

Thinking like this, I am in fear of how warped my personality gets as I’m driven to the edge each time. The farther I go taking this road to nowhere each day, the thinner the thread of my sanity gets.