and today, i was forced to think about it again.
i thought i was helping. i was trying to help. i thought it would all be for the better. but when i look back now, i cant help but wonder: was i actually just doing it all for myself? am i so good a thespian that i managed to deceive myself? does this not represent the worst stage of moral degradation - that i am not even conscious of evil anymore?
im sorry geoff. chester. claire. i didnt mean for things to turn out this way.
and to think, i always thought that my best trait was my self-awareness.