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I got up in the morning, did my exercises, made myself coffee and started packing my backpack in order to go to the studio. I was given the task of writing down five different lines for an advertisement for insomnia pills. Ironic, that I slept three hours at most today. All night long thoughts were running through my head. I felt like something was changing in me. Or rather, in my mind.

I thought again of Eric, whom I’d abused a year ago. But he deserved it. And in full. I began to think: if he again came to me with apologies (which is very unlikely after that incident), would I be able to accept him? Am I still in love with him? Or was I in love with his swings and theatrical performances that he arranged and made my life more dramatic and more fun?

I wonder if my next chosen one will also be so fickle in his intentions and actions? Okay, one bad experience doesn’t mean I’ll be surrounded by psychopaths all my life.

But there was something about Henry…

For some reason I thought about him. What was it? Or maybe he is also some kind of psycho and I was just subconsciously drawn to him? Yeah, well, some bullshit. But what was it?