Went cycling today. That blood-sucking, diabolical demon in me has been temporarily exorcised. It may awaken next month, probably. Who knows. Not that I don't do anything to contain it. Maybe I should restart journaling so that I won't explode every time my hormones are going for a toss.
Made up with N; the poor guy was licking his wounds. Told him to ignore all the shit I had laid on him the previous night. Told him that the demon made me do it. But who am I kidding? He's surely hurt, but kind enough to not show it to me. Why is he so pathetically kind towards me? I'd never understand. Seriously. I don't deserve such kindness or love or anything. How will he forget the shit I made him go through? How will he forget how much I have hurt him? And why should he? He doesn't deserve to be treated like this. Maybe one day, when I am gone, he will quietly breathe a sigh of relief that he will not have to deal with me and my demonic outbursts any longer. Hopefully, that day will come soon.
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