I have always believed that I am good person.

I don’t litter on the streets. I have never killed anyone in my life. I go to church every Sunday. I don’t make fun of other people and I am a good daughter.  But then again, when I think of all the things I did, I realized I haven’t done anything that proves I am indeed virtuous. And while I am contemplating about this, reality hit me: I throw bubblegum wrappers on the sidewalks. I have already killed someone in my head. I sometimes go to church not because I want to but I need to. I made fun of other people’s names and I often answer back to my parents.

Just when I’m about to proclaim myself as the second Mother Teresa,  I became aware of the fact that I am nothing like her and all the more will never be like her. Of course, she had done something in her life that was ethically wrong but between us? There is just no point of comparison. Over the years, I have become a self righteous person;  So sure of my moral superiority that I have forgotten that I am a sinner just the same. Many times I have declared myself as upright and forgot about my transgressions.

Am I the only one who went drowning in this delusion? Because believe me, I have tried being good.  But.. BV keeps on coming back.

— OMG I FINALLY HAVE USED BV! Actually this blog was made especially for that acronym. But I don’t even think it’s in the right context. Hahahaha. Sorry I just wanna try to do that for a long long time but did not have the balls to tweet the word. After all, what’s BV for when you can just cuss?