Recently, I realized that I'm capable of inflicting pain to others, on purpose. Though I have my reasons but still I was surprised of doing such a thing. it wasn't scary, it was drifting, I never knew I could do something like that to a person no matter how satanic he is, and no matter how much he deserved it. Maybe I'm exaggerating but its not about what it is, it's about how I felt, I experienced evil, I felt so wrong like I'm inside somebody else. And the scary thing is that I'm not regretting it, and I'd do it again if time was reversed. This place has poisoned me, I have to run away, again.