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The anger I felt was not directed at Damian necessarily. My hatred for him was already greater than anything I could ever feel. Instead my anger was directly internally at myself, for allowing myself to even be bothered by his actions.
Why should I care what he did? Why should I be bothered by anything that involved him? As far as I knew, he was nothing but a stone-hearted asshole who deserved to rot in the deepest pits of hell.
So why did the image of him and that girl seem to irritate me even more than it was supposed to?
I sat alone in the car, watching a lone cloud drifting in the pale blue sky. Apart from the creaking and chirping of unseen birds, the woods were silent and completely deserted. I had a lot on my mind, even though I was trying to focus on anything else but the
