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till today, i still can't reconcile the person i knew with the kind of person he later became. they're mutually exclusive.

but i've concluded that it is certainly true that only a real crisis can bring out a person's true colours. when it thoroughly tests you for the kind of person you are and challenges you to the point where you are stripped bare to your bones and you won't even be able to find the thinnest mask to pretend to be something better. and that's who you really are, what you are really made of, and what you really stand for.

he probably never realized he was capable of such ugliness before it all happened. but he is, and that's it. the worst part is, he still doesn't realize how immature he is.
neither have I ever imagined that i could be so hateful and unforgiving.