what is happiness? Just a state of mind. here i am again sitting on my bed, all alone and thinkoing only of the past. reliving the past as if i was actually there again. and there is no emotion. Not saddness, not happiness, not remorse... nothing. i remember terrible things ive done, and despite how it may have or may not have backfired on me, i cant help but to think, when im being bad is when im havoing the most fun. When i dont care, im the happiest. i wonder if it were possible for a person to be evil, would i be concidered that? Evil. Theres a darkness that follows me, wether i asked for it or not, its there. When im embracing it is the only time im content. Whats happened to me?