I don't know where Im going with this...

Why do words sting us so much?
They cut to our hearts and make us bleed where no band-aid can cover.
But the words that hurt the most are those that are true-because we know it, and kept it hidden and were hoping by some chance no one else would happen to glance that part were so very ashamed of.


People are always saying to be yourself, but what if that person is truly a bad person. Should they not they try to conceal that? Being the type of person that I am, I've always believed that deep down there is some kind of good in everyone. But what about those psychos that go on murdering sprees? Is there any good? can someone be so consumed with, i don't know, Hate?, that they aren't even people anymore? To enjoy seeing terror in someone's eyes, is just... all for the sake of power.

I'm not trying to compare mean people to Mass-murderers, I just get off topic A LOT.

Why do I want to understand this?

I don't know why I'm thinking about this.
too many crime shows maybe.