The writing is a bit messier, like someone didn't care.

Dear journal,

     Guess who's back in town? Yeah. Me. You'll get my name later, unless you can figure it out.

     I'm not a bad guy, don't worry.

     I'll just slit your throat if I don't like you. That's all.

     Let's get this straight. I've been here before. I don't like you, you don't like me. But I'm not a demon.

     Unless you want to call me that. It's fine with me. Wouldn't be the first time. I don't do sympathy. I don't do people. I don't do life.

     I like to flirt with anyone who's decent looking. My idiot brother would tell you it's because I'm lonely, but you're not getting that out of me.

      I'm going to go throw knives. Later.

-Pay attention to how much I don't care.