The devil is on my back, but I love him. I took the spirit that is bad out and he is gone. Why so afraid? I’m with my love now and there is nothing anyone can do about it. I don’t care about you either, so fuck it. I have my family and my loves in my home. I have wit, and tenacity, fire and I try not to be a liar. Forgive me Jesus. He is real, all religions are real and we are one. We are in heaven and hell on earth.
This is not fun, but almost hilariously congruent. I’m sitting at my moms thinking about everything and sometimes I feel I die every night, to freak out in the morning. I feel bad for my partner, but what can I do? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I will do good, we will make things right.