There are days where I wonder why certain “bad thoughts” still race through my mind, causing me to think about how good or bad I really am as a person. I like to think that I am a kindhearted soul who wants to help others, but there are definitely moments where this kind of mentality is not as prevalent as others. Some pretty wicked thoughts occupy my mind at times, and it certainly scares me.
I do not want to be an angry, malicious individual toward others, and yet I can find myself contemplating some nasty, sadistic actions. I guess this is where having a good conscience comes into play.