Sometimes I feel it’s futile to try to do good. And It’s times like this I wonder if it’s worth it.
Trying to be a better man.
Trying to resist the perpetual bloodlust within me.
I think about how damn hard I try to be a better man. How hard I hold back when I know I could have eviscerated this guy the moment we first met. How I know caving into the disease within me wouldn’t make me the better man.
And then I look guys like him in the eye and think the world’s just plain bad.