Have I explained before that I am an evil person? I think I have, but sometimes it takes some convincing. Well now I am convinced. Because I have seen things, things that cannot be unseen. Things that haunt you in the middle of the night.
Or at least, they should. I should have been horrified. I should have been outraged. I should have been shocked. Instead, I was excited. And now I am haunted with a sickness, a knowledge about myself I wish had never been revealed.
I don't believe in Hell, but I know that's where I am going.