So today I did something pretty damn bad. Like something I never believed I could ever do. I should be feeling pretty bad right about now but for some reason I don't. Instead I keep telling myself what I did was wrong, but it does bother me anymore. Am I becoming colder than I was before? I know there was a day I'd never do it or if I had I'd be feeling pretty low, but instead I don't feel anything. In fact I liked it. In the back of my mind I tell my self that I am ashamed yet haven't felt any sort of remourse yet. This is truely a turning point in my life. Everything I loved and held dear is gone now and I am starting anew. The old me would have hated this, but I find a guilty pleasure in my new self. No one who knows me will approve of this change. I casted what little I had left out and find myself a loner- almost. I know no one will actually read this but I needed to put it down so if I read this later the new me can look back and think about the former person I was. I don't know whether I'll like it or not but I'm ready to find out