I won't say "I like you" (Sanegiyuu Fanfiction | Demon Slayer/Kny)

Chapter 14 (SANEMI's POV)

(WARNING! There is a LOT of cursing, btw it's Sanemi writing lol)

What was I doing? No, why did I do that? Nah, how could I do that? I'm a creep. Or a perv. Both are equally bad. No, maybe being a perv is worst- why am I even comparing them? What is wrong with me? How is my goofy ass going to see him anymore? Why am asking myself so many questions? I seriously just did it again. Why did you do that Sanemi? Shit, I did it again. I need to stop asking so many questions. This is adnormal. Should I ask Kocho about. Oh my fucking god- I need to stop.

I got kicked out. Not like I don't have my own house or some shit. I got kicked out Giyuu's home. I wonder how many times have I cursed already? Damn it!! I questioned myself again. Well now I've said all the curse words. Well, of course expect ass. I mean, people barely use that in a sentence with themself in it. But then, I mean, I could call myself an ass but who does that?

Ok.. Ok.. I do that.. BUT ON RARE OCCASION!! Why am I avoiding the question though? I can't ask myself it again cus I'm trying to not question myself but still. Ah shit that was a run on wasn't it? I hate writing. I rather talk. But who is there to talk to? I did it again didn't I? I've written a novel at this point. Title it, "What the fuck is wrong with me?" And that would be everything. I'm a creep, a perv, or even worst, an ass. (Yes I said it) Why am I even writing? Again with the questions.. Well I was told writing is "a way to get your emotions out" If I were to write all the time I'd lose my hand. From writing.. duh. Never mind that's obvious. I would cross things out I just wrote but it's a waste of ink.

Killing demons is better than writing. I mean, who wants to write all day? (me) It's boring. I rather kill demons, it helps get anger out. That and bulling Giyuu- ahhh shiiit.. don't think of him. That was weird don't do that. Did I seriously just write an elongated "shit?" That's weird. Anyways, end of this diary page. Screw this shit called writing.