Life is filled with so many

beautiful things so why then 

do I subconciouly look out for the 

ugly things. 

Deep down there is this 

weird satisfaction 

I derive from hearing a 

bad news.

It fills me with an almost 

euphoric feeling as if I seceretly 

delightled in it. 

It’s reasons like this that makes me 

rebut whenever someone attempts to 

praise me for a being a good person. 

Could a truly good person inhabit such 

thoughts?