People that were in my life for a long time turned sinister and tried to control me, and all kinds of weird stuff happened. But there was no conscience involved; that threw me more than anything.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I may have taken someone through the wringer psychologically, but I've never been sinister.
Whatever terrible things may have happened to you, only one thing allows them to damage your core self, and that is continued belief in them.
The people who influenced me most were the people who said I would never make it. They gave me a thirst for revenge.
In my stories, I controlled what happened in a way I couldn't in real life. My characters lived through the horror and degradation of the cruelty of others and they not only survived, they thrived. They gave me hope and laughter, and they kept me going in spite of everything else. They were my heroes.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
Acting in anger and hatred throughout my life, I frequently precipitated what I feared most, the loss of friendships and the need to rely upon the very people I'd abused.
I realized I had been keeping people around even when deep down I knew they were bad for me. I had overridden myself.
I've never been a fan of sociopaths who have no conscience. That scares me because they're capable of anything.
It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.
I've always known a lot of very bad people, destructive, brutes of a certain kind. Then I've seen these lovely impulses and what not, and they've stayed with me and comforted me.