Oh Kenny, How I long to stroke through your beautiful blonde hair… Alright, so this may sound a little Stalkerish, but I think I love a man. Sure, he hits me a lot, and he's shot me, but I think it's a major sign of affection. Dad says he comes to visit me so that I won't be lonely, which is a nice present from the leader of hell. Oh, I'm Damian, Son of chaos. I know I'm a little pathetic, but I don't mind so much. I think I have a good heart, even if I'm the spawn of everything evil. And because I have a heart, I think I found my true love. However, my true love, has his own love. I don't think it's his real love, because I think all they do is have sex. Although he claims he's never seen her completely naked, I protested with, "You don't have to be completely naked to have sex." He hit me, realllyy hard after I said that. I still have the bruise to show for it.
I don't really understand why he doesn't like me. I mean –blush- He has shown deep affection in the intimate form before. But ever since his little tramp of girlfriend came along, he's been shunning me from his love life. I dislike the woman. (Not I don't use the word Hate, hate is an ugly word my father created, and I dislike it, very much.)