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I am a monster. Everyone says that when they feel like they have done something to hurt another and regret it. It’s been said so often that it has lost meaning. But as I sit here, in the dark and feeling awful, I can’t come up with another word for me.

Wouldn’t it be nice to forget the things we have done and move on? If I were to resolve to never do it again, and the pain was gone just as swiftly as the deed? I can only imagine such a world, inside my mind, right next to the pain.

I talk to other men. I flirt with them. Every so often, I’ll have s** with one of them. Every time the s** is done, I feel sick. I hate myself and say “G******* it, why did you do that? You’re f****** twisted!”. And I’m right. When I am h****, I turn into this w****. I feel like have s** with anyone, man or woman. I flirt, even when I don’t intend to. I become so engrossed in feeling s***** pleasure, that I lose sight of my man.

My man is perfect. I love him more than stars in the sky. I think about him all the time. We’re so happy when we’re near each other. Yet, it only makes my past actions hurt deeper. Every kiss is a knife to my heart. I can’t stand being me, knowing what I have done. And I know if he ever found out, he’d be hurt. He would cry, and hate me forever. Then, when it’s all said and done, I would never feel again.

I am a monster. I will consume until nothing is left.

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