Evil toys I used to play with evil toys. I would take them out of my toy chest like they were skeletons in the closet. I never used to notice that they were hurting me as much as I was hurting them. I was in denial about the scars that were showing in my mind. There was definately tension between me and them. Sometimes you can hurt another being more when you love something about them. And then they will hurt you more in return, Even if you don't think you deserve it. People say if you play with fire it will burn you. But I could never imagine something like that would happen, Unless you're a pyro and in love with the flame. Sometimes when you hate something about someone you love, it sometimes points back at you just because there's something that you hate about yourself. When I was a little kid I used to throw my toys against the wall and smash them against it. I always knew that there was something bad about it, but I didn't know that. I didn't know that I was sick untill later on. I always thought that I was taking good care of my toys. But they just got dirtier the more I used them. You can imagine that I am whether talking about a toy for self infliction, a toy for sexual gratification, an addiction, or a lover. But that is not the thing that matters right now. The whole point of this perspective is realizing your faults and taking responsibility for your actions.