I know that people absorb other people's traits.
I know I've done that.
But I also notice those things that are not originally something that came within and be helpless and still do as they did or think as they did.
There are things I do and I know that those are from someone else - And I know exactly from whom those traits are from.
Most of the times, I don't care about those traits.
Sometimes, I am glad of the qualities I envied and made a part of me (although not to the subconscious level).
But at times, I just hate it.
It's purely disgusting.
It's also disgusting that it makes me to think of that person.
I hate that I absorbed those traits.
I hate that there are traces of that person in me.
I hate that I can recall all these and be helpless.
