I want to believe that I’m a good person. Someone who is kind, someone who is understanding. I know I’m anything but.

I am impatient, I am selfish, I am prone to anger. I have a victim mentality.

I try so hard, but no matter how hard I try, my parents would still say the same. Am I still the same person as before? Did I not even move an inch?

I want to be a good person too. A good mother, a good daughter, a good wife, a good neighbour.

Every villain believes they are good. And yet all I feel is all these filth in my heart.

I want to be good too. I really do.