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I wished I might really die, for I was tired—so frightfully tired and sick of it all. But I knew of no way to accomplish this, so I had to bear it all, fasting until my voracious, disgusting appetites got the better of me. I WISHED I MIGHT REALLY DIE FOR I WAS TIRED SO FRIGHTFULLY TIRED AND SICK OF IT ALL BUT I KNEW OF NO WAY TO ACCOMPLISH THIS THOUGH I HAD TO BEAR IT ALL FASTING UNTIL MY VORACIOUS DISGUSTING APPETITE GOT THE BETTER OF ME
ood of the living. Something within me fought. For a time. Then, the awful hunger began. The tearing pangs of hunger that ordinary food wouldn't arrest. I fought it as long as I could. I lost. First it was small animals; animals that I loved. It was my life or theirs. Then there was a little girl; a dear little creature who might have been my child under different circumstances. After the episode of the little girl, Eve left me. She had no further use for me; she had wanted the child, too, and I had got it. I was now competition to be shunned. I was alone once again alone and thoroughly miserable. I couldn't understand myself, my motives, so how could I expect someone else to understand? I only knew what I was; nor could I rationalize on why I had become this way. I could only presume it had happened to others equally as innocent as myself of wrong-doing. In the daytime, when I was like others, I reproached myself; goodness knows I loathed myself and what I had to do in order to "live. WHILE I WOULD NOT FEAST ON THE BLOOD OF THE LIVING SOMETHING WITHIN ME FOUGHT FOR A TIME THEN THE AWFUL HUNGER BEGAN THE TEARING PANGS OF HUNGER THAT ORDINARY FOOD WOULDN'T ARREST I FOUGHT IT AS LONG AS I COULD I LOST FIRST IT WAS SMALL ANIMALS ANIMALS THAT I LOVED WAS MY LIFE OR THEIRS THEN THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL A DEAR LITTLE CREATURE WHO MIGHT HAVE BEEN MY CHILD UNDER DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES AFTER THE EPISODE OF THE LITTLE GIRL EVE LEFT ME SHE HAD NO FURTHER USE FOR ME SHE HAD WANTED THE CHILD TOO AND I HAD GOT IT I WAS NOW COMPETITION TO BE SHUNNED I WAS ALONE ONCE AGAIN ALONE AND THOROUGHLY MISERABLE I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND MYSELF MY MOTIVES SO HOW COULD I EXPECT SOME ONE ELSE TO UNDERSTAND I ONLY KNEW WHAT I WAS NOR COULD I RATIONALIZE ON WHY I HAD BECOME THIS WAY I COULD ONLY PRESUME THAT HAD HAPPENED TO OTHERS EQUALLY AS INNOCENT AS MYSELF OF WRONG DOING IN THE DAYTIME WHEN I WAS LIKE OTHERS I REPROACHED MYSELF GOODNESS KNOWS I LOATHED MYSELF IN WHAT I HAD TO DO IN ORDER TO LIVE
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