Are You There, God? It's Me, the Devil

I've been called the devil on more than one occasion, but more than one person. I usually laugh it off, because it's said (mostly) in joking, but last night I came to the realization that I may actually be the devil.

Why, you might ask? Well, I won't go into details, but it has to do with the fact that I am so willing to mess with people's lives and emotions. I don't set out to do so, but somehow I keep finding myself in the same position - doing something I know I probably shouldn't, just because I know it won't affect me. I decide what I want is more important and forget that there are consequences, even if I don't feel them. It's something I really need to work on, because I hate the way I feel after. I've gotten away with it for too long, and it's time to fix that.

Don't get me wrong, I know I have a good heart, but that doesn't necessarily mean I can't still be the devil. Right? Just to be safe, don't come along if I invite you to take a vacation with me to a "warm, exotic location".