Not a single day goes by that I don't wish I wouldn't talk to myself, and talk back to myself, and feel haunted by nightmares, to feel the presence of darkness inside, to invent people in my head just to have someone to talk to, to constantly have to question if my sensations are coming from my mind or from this world, to hear whispers, to feel as if I have been chosen for something but don't see what, to see shadows walking in the night, to feel as if someone is there behind me, or above me, watching..


To be constantly surrounded by superficial, overly sarcastic, narcissistic children in adult bodies.

Always joking. Always.

Keep sleeping.

Keep dreaming.

Take these hands and drown them in the river

7 angels stand guard

Tho you are gone I often walk with you


If you have something so precious, and you are not even able to give it away, then what is the purpose of having it?

Wise men have said if you truly wish to have something you must get rid of it.

Life is a virus. The flow of oxygen and blood throughout the physical, feels like poison. To breathe is to infect yourself, over and over.

I am a discrepancy. They're going to keep telling me this until I cut the root.

Fair
Well.