i have no name, no family, and no purity. i must become a saint.

its okay, lets get back on track

now, i regress .. isolation is my comfort

fuck fuck fuck..... i am insane and the world is dystopian

i want to give up and run away. im done trying to be good

lonely, thinking, planning - can two souls really connect?

i dont do well with blood... heavy clouds, white knuckles

true love does not exist. i grind, regardless.

busy, working, trying, planning. caught up in the whirl of things. normal brain or courage?

the world continues to spin. lost and found again. there is beauty on earth, and connections with others. i wont give up

sick, sad, stressed, feeling down but im not out

been catchin up on stream work, feelin better, still stressed a litle

a lot on my plate, need to do more

sleep is messed up, but hopeful and tryin to do more

super tired, feeling weak - bad habits again

i want to get stronger, acquire more skills, protect myself and others

busy busy but happy, hopeful and nervous also

i just got the job offer holy shit im losing my mind i just got off stream i think i should take it holy fuck

anxious, thinking of power

pent up