i hardly remember writing the journal entry earlier. i'm rather bitter when i'm quarter a sleep, quarter awake and half dead. jesus forgive me for i am sin.
seems like i am going to starve this time. watch it all fall apart as the cuts heal and knots unwind it's too perfect.
i dreamed of a god hopeless, dead. denounced my existence, the grateful leeches ignorantly feed off my poison. its okay.. it only has a numbing effect.
if hope is all we share how come all we want is power