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I'm writing to my journal because I know you won't read this. I'm afraid of you, but mostly afraid of what I did to you. I turned you into something... because when I met you, you were a different person than the man who cheated on me. You weren't this liar... you weren't so angry, you weren't a cheater. But after me, you were.
Is this what I will do to every man I meet? Drive them so crazy that they are pushed to do awful things?
I guess I'm a bit shell shocked with this revelation. That Iam the one causing these effects. So if there's no me, I don't destroy any men, I don't ruin people with relationships, and I don't pollute the fucking world with my perverse ideas about love and commitment. I'm just too naive to live in this world; I obviously have no understanding of how the world works. What is my place here? It just feels like I create an empty void.
With no denominator there's no equation, right? So, without me, the world around me...
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