Wednesday, July 20, 2005

guilt

I wonder how some people can do bad things and feel not the slightest prick on their conscience. It never fails to amaze me.

I can't.

Whenever i do something bad/wrong, i'd be so plagued by my conscience that all i'll be thinking of is owning up. Can't sleep, cant think of anything else and can do little else except live in the constant anticipation that i'd be found out real soon. Usually, the anticipation really gets me and i just give up.

Stupid thing to do, really, in this dog-eat-dog world of ours. Who gives a shit about what really happened, except who's going to take the rap.