Snowflake

It’s hard, doing what I do. Not in the way that you would think, though. Most people would be regretful if they lived my life, always asking God to forgive them for their sins. They would say that it’s hard to keep doing it, to keep doing this to supposedly “innocent” people. Or maybe they would say that they don’t want to do it, but that it’s like a subconscious thing- That their alter ego is really the perpetrator and they are just an innocent passerby. That’s not the case with me. I don’t feel a single ounce of regret, I love what I do. I’m not innocent, it’s all me. The hard part is keeping it as nothing more than a secret, locked away in my cluttered mind. It’s not just a dirty little secret, it’s the type of secret that you would risk your life to keep unknown to the general public.