Does it not?

Today, I met a beautiful girl. Today, I drank with a beautiful girl. Today, I took a beautiful girl back into my dorm - she called it my home, though. Today, I did many things I should not have done - that I should not have wanted to do - to a beautiful girl. I claimed her as mine, in a way, and she accepted that claim despite how much pain she must have been in. I respect her for that. And I think I really like her, too. 

She's amazing and smart, kind and loyal, and beautiful. And dangerous with a knife, just as I am - the marks on her body should be enough proof of my sharp skills - and I really like the thought of how many marks I left on her. Wielding both my knife and my teeth, I think that there will be scars.

But I find it surprising how she knew it was me, instead of... Him. The other side of me. I don't know how to describe him, really, except for the fact that he would not have stopped when she said that she was done(although he could have felt it, if he paid attention to her more than his own selfish desires). I think that whilist I could stop myself, he could have killed her. And I think that he would, if she was - is - weak enough.

He'd like that, I believe. Killing her, leaving me to blame. And it would be my fault, would if not, if she were to die at my - our - hands? No one else really knows that he exists, except for me. But some people try to say that it's all in my head, but how can it be all in my head when I live it every single fucking day? So no, it's not 'all in my head', it is instead interrwined with my very being in every way conceivable.

She seems to accept that, which is surprising. Most other people who have ever had the pleasure of coming into contact with the other side of me have always tried to talk him down, but she seems to... want him. Maybe she is trying to test how far we can go before she gets hurt, or she is trying to test herself to see how much she can handle.