This world is

People are so full of themselves. Many of us deem ourselves worthy of love, and believe everything we're told without question. People are alot of things. At times, they are disgusting creatures, and others they beautiful to behold, both inside and out.

This is world can be compassionless because we make it so. It makes me feel a little sick inside when people claim that other people deserve to die.

In all honesty, I have compassion to alot of things, believe it or not. I don't choose to show it, but I have more potential than others I think. The only think I will always lack compassion for is myself.

I won't lie.

I don't love myself.

I don't even like myself.

To me, I'm just me. There is nothing to like or dislike, love or hate. I'm just used to being me.

And I have a terrible conscience. She's such a pain in the ass, and I constantly find myself argueing with her. She tells me what I should do, but I never do it. She nags to no end, and when I'm alone, we bicker in my head. Not as bad as the other part of me that I do listen to. Who I know feeds me terrible lies, but I always listen to her. But she doesn't come out as much anymore. ^^

I know that sounds crazy, that I have 'voices', but it's not like I do anything they'd tell me. XD