such are the stuff humans are made of : pride, envy, greed, anger, sloth, lust.

all these intertwine to create the intricacies of human dynamics. we struggle to find the perfect balance between these sins and the (supposed) innate virtues we possess, and often find ourselves confused about our own emotions.

if i am truly a good person, then why am i burdened by this sharp stab of malice thru my heart? worst still, i stab my friend a thousand times more with these evil thoughts of mine. do they belong to me, or just a work of the Devil?

unable to reconcile how i feel and what i know to be the Truth, i run away not before leaving spiteful words of unknown rage. what for? you ask. since Guilt has already plagued me, then Regret should follow and displayed in my attitude. but the more ashamed i am, the more frustration can get the better of me. not to mention the ever-still-present desire to seek a lil personal revenge on my poor friend.

am i making sense? tend to lose myself in the attempt to elucidate these complexities.

but the truth is, only the Truth shall set me free.