I’m not a bad person. I can love like you would not believe. I have it in me, and I use it on those that deserve it. Family. A friend or two. But, right now, you can’t trust me. I will steal from you. I will lie to you to get what I need from you. I will manipulate you. I will, even at my age, use my feminine wiles to get you to do what I want. I will visit you and ask you to use your restroom and I will go through your cabinets looking for drugs, or anything. I will glance in your purse in a store and plot how to get whatever I see. I haven’t tried this one yet, but I’ve thought it completely out while standing next to someone that I suspected might have what I want or need, more than once. Don’t trust me in your business. I will steal from you. Even if I can afford the item I desire, I will steal it from you and cost you the deficit in your records, instead of mine. Everywhere I go, I look for opportunities to do this. This is a new thing, in a sense. I’ve always grabbed things here and there. If you hire me, and I see a loophole in your finances and I can plot a way to make a dime off of you and your customers, I will do it. I will do it to anyone. Very recently, I almost gave up something for something I needed. It would have costed me more than I was willing to give and I declined. That one single moral act is what caused this flash of guilty consciencience. I didn’t for a long time, and it wasn’t a conscience decision, just didn’t do it. But now, with all the changes, with all the reverting, I’m doing it again. Went straight to hell is what I did. Straight to hell. I’m selfish and I take where ever and whenever I can. I’ll lie about it and you’ll believe me.
But, I’ll love with a real love that hurts. I’ll spend quality time with those I love and expect nothing in return except to see them happy. I’ll be domestic and take care of those that I take care of within my household, that need it, that I’m here for. But anyone else, don’t ever, ever trust me.