What if I was to draw, or at least
pretend to draw, a comic book about an 
evil-doer just like me? And naturally, 
in order to do a good job, I’d have to 
think like I was already thinking and  
use my fantasies as plots, while also  
figuring out ways for the hero to save 
the day.                               
     That put a whole new spin on      
everything, just enough so I could do  
both, fantasize about hurting animals, 
while also saving them.                
     I know that sounds like all kinds 
of fucked up, but it worked.           
     Unfortunately, pretending to do   
something like that didn’t work with   
the Darkness. I had to actually work at
keeping it away, and the only thing    
that really worked was to help animals 
to be happy. My happiness came from    
* them.                                    
     That is until I met Beth.         
     I’ll never forget Scratches, or my
pets, or love them any less, but now, I
think more about her than anything     
else, even my fantasies.               
     She knows all about what I did,   
what I’m fighting, and my biggest fear,
that someday I’ll snap again and kill  
her too.                               
     It’s why this Journal is so       
fucking necessary, and something I     
should’ve started a long time ago, but 
now the time for procrastination is    
over. It’s time for action.            
     Anyway, even with all that crap   
hanging over my head, she still loves  
me, and even goes with me, when I go   
out to find animals to help.           



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