They think they know me. They think they can figure me out, like I'm a closed book just waiting to be open. But I'm not. I'm not who they think I am. They say they can change me, but no one can, I can't even change myself if I wanted to. To be honest... I don't want to change. In a twisted, sick and sadistic view of life, I don't want to change who I am. I knew I was different from the other children at kindergarden. Not weird... But evil. I heard the little girl tell me to stop tying her to the chair. I heard her crying, sobbing, begging for me to stop approaching her with the candle with the blazing flame. But I smiled. That's what I do when i see people cry, I smile... Because in a TWISTED, SICK and SADISTIC way, I liked it. I really did.