I’ve been thinking about evil.
Sometimes, it’s simply choosing to hurt someone for your own sake —
1-I think sometimes, we can be bad.
2-But what unsettles me more are the ones who never admit it —who can't even see it in themselves.
They feel the most dangerous. The most insidious.
And there are two defining moments for those who meet their own darkness:
Because it’s powerful.
And sometimes, we all want to get in that huge car
and feel what it’s like to drive with that kind of force.
like flaunting something they don’t have,just to make them feel what they’re missing.
There’s a selfish pleasure in that.
First, the moment you recognize it.
Then, the moment you realize what it can do.
A KIND OF QUIET,
CRUEL SATISFACTION.
There are many Melikes inside me.
Sometimes, they show me what they’re capable of.