Don't read this.
I should not write for anyone or anything. When I write I do it to make things real. I deal with shit, I work out my demons.
I feel better now.
Feel like I’ve been a bitch lately. I would like to blame many things:
Sunday June 26, 2016
I want to be here as long as possible, the best/healthiest way possible.
Facing reality is scary, but I’m getting more comfortable looking at religion, spiritually, cause for existence, and death.