Thursday. 2026. February, 12th

I don't know

Nemesis and I were arguing as always. I was trying to justify my awful sins. Yelling at him. He then said that he would "shove a god damn SPR-INT up (my) slimy ass unless (I) shut up."

Even though I talk a lot about the day I died, I have been avoiding the details of the torture.

They already did what he said to me.

I had suppressed the memory.


I think I deserved that.