Atrocious. Pernicious. Iniquitous. Some other synonym for “evil.”

I never realized why my high school life was so enjoyable.

I had it all!

I had the expendable friends. No shortage of income. Fashion style was kept up. Had someone I could trust with my life. (Yeah I’m selfish, what, hate me for it? Go ahead.)

What made it happen? What made it so awesome?

Believe it or not, being evil has its own benefits.

I guess that falls into the category of my own rules. “Be all you can be.” That’s what I try and do. Guitar player, harmonica player, drum player, video game player, photographer, tutor, good, bad, everything. To not let anyone or anything stop you. I’m not above cheating to succeed into getting something I want, and that’s how other people should be too(Well, not with the cheating part.) Face it, the world is harsh and there’s a few people that would actually give their time to listen to you. Yes, there are people that do, but how often does one have the time, and how often do they have the time? Now I’m not saying to be full blown out evil and start a massacre. Just be manipulative enough to have what you want, to have that grasp, to have the power, to keep that power without any opposition, and probably take others as puppets.

I’m not saying I was totally like this. I mean yeah, I was. To the friends who I could care less about and I wouldn’t shed a tear if they died (heartless, boo hoo.) But I took care of the ones who were loyal. And still do. I made sure no one would stab their back and if someone did, I made sure that they were hurt physically and mentally. To make sure they had what they need, to get what they wanted, to let them have the taste of having a bit of power.

Any who.

I should probably write a guide about how to dominate a high school…socially.

Being able to gain respect, friends, and have everyone love you while having some fear you.

Wanna know why I love my friends? Because they knew all the evil I did, all the things that would make scum seem like a rainbow pie, and they still gave me memories that would not be forgotten.

…Hmm… yeah, next entry will be how to grasp a foot hold in the social hierarchy.

Sounds good to me.