What I'm doing would be right if I were an animal, if I lived in the wild. Out in the actual wilderness, it's eat or be eaten. All kinds of animals totally destroy other animals to get what they want.
This is when I just know that what I'm doing is beginning to be a problem. I'm justifying my behavior by comparing it to that of animals. That's not right.
Because I'm not an animal. I'm human.
I think.
It's kind of sad that I'm questioning my sanity because of this little "project". That's what I've started thinking of it as. A "project." Isn't that sick?
I know it's wrong, and there are days where I honestly and truly just don't care. Then there are days like today, when it's a constant gnawing, reminding me that what I'm doing is wrong. Some days my guilt wins, sometimes my will to win does.
The horrible part is that this isn't a game, and there isn't any winning. Only loss of friends.
There isn't any winning.
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Words of a Bully
Short StoryCassandra didn't ever act this way before. She didn't wish unhappiness on to people who don't deserve. But, in Cassie's eyes, Alex definitely deserved it. She had seemed nice at first, but she soon starts stealing the attention of Cassie's friends...
