I have been trying to be a good person, really. Giving money to one homeless guy, cleaning up an area, giving advice to a few people with good intentions. I know it doesn’t make me the next saint, because when I get home I maliciously hit my sibling within situations that just cause me to go angry. I like to think I’d want to try to protect everyone from evil people, but it really seems like im the evil person. As I lay on my bed I now realise no matter how good of a person I can become, it will never matter if im the harm im trying to stop.