I'm not, I'm really not. I've hurt so many people. I've messed my family up so much. My sister always said I was bad and I couldn't understand why at the time but I do now. She's the only one who knows how I really am. She knows I'm bad. And the voices do too but they're not here at the moment. But they used to tell me all the time. They were always right too. And the nurses at the hospital, they realised I was bad in the end too, they were fed up of me and couldn't wait to get rid of me. I don't understand why they kept stopping me from doing stuff because it was obvious they hated me. I'm a bad bad bad bad person.