I am growing up more and more every day. I have come to the point in my maturity where I try and embrace the "peaceful" views and I have begun to try and think of myself as becoming wizened by all my fuckups and bad experiences. I'm starting to try and think of myself as superior to that kind of thing.
However. Deep inside there is an enormous inferno. More like an atomic blast. It gives me a rush of pleasure when I commit violent acts. I love to fight, and I love to beat the hell out of people. I love working out and running until I puke. I love being strong. I love to intimidate people. I even love the scars and wounds i've accumulated. I think of them as badges.
This aspect of myself deeply contradicts the man I want to be. I WANT to be wise and respected. I want to be looked up to. I want to be liked, and not feared. Most of all I just don't want to be in trouble anymore, or have people hate me because they think i'm a total asshole and a psycho.
Why can't I get away from this? Why can't I be good?