She said "I don't think bad people worry about being bad people."
I've said horrible things to people in my rage and have regreted it. I've been called an ugly, horrible person. I deserve it, I suppose, but the things I say seem out of my control. I started thinking maybe I am a horrible, evil person. I am glad to have a friend to set me straight when I start hating myself. The last thing I want to be is that hateful person I become when I'm provoked. (.. or let myself be angered)