I have had to come to accept the fact that I am objectively a terrible person. I advocate for charity, but almost never give. I hate men that are cheaters, but have cheated on past boyfriends. I admonish people for s***-shaming, while thinking the same exact things in my head that they’re saying out loud.

Worst of all? I take extreme enjoyment out of taking other women’s men away from them, especially if I’ve been with the man before they were together. And as soon as I get the guy separated from his woman, I don’t want him any more. There’s no more thrill to it, no more challenge. I can understand why everyone hates me…I hate myself. But I can’t stop. I have realized that this is just who I am, and I’ll either have to live with it, or end my life. I’m not sure which is the more moral choice at this point….