Filtered from the School Faculty

...Why is it so easy to listen to those who obviously want to see me fall?

Why do I find it simple to take insults towards myself as truth, despite my best efforts to not listen?

Why do I let them effect me... So... So much?

...Why do I let myself do that one thing that I've tried to stop...

...Why is it becoming harder to want to stop. Why do I feel like this is all for naught?

I don't know why I suddenly felt hungry, last night. I don't know why that feeling increased... I don't know why... Why that person came, and insulted me... Tried to feed me... Even cut his own arm, just to screw with my inhibitions a bit more... That smell...

Why am I so drawn to that scent? Any normal... Normal person, wouldn't find it right. They wouldn't think about the texture, the taste, how it feels as it goes down their throat... Some people outright fear blood...

...I guess I do, as well, in a sense. I felt... Horrified, when they cut their arm.

Just... A bit... horrified... Just a bit. Just a bit too much. Too much for me to handle.

...I hate this. I hate this so much. I can't stand the fact that after all this time, I'm just... Breaking apart. I almost bit her, last night... I almost tried to eat off someone's hand...

...Why am I just breaking apart, now?