Well yesterday was the first time, i faced my deomon in me since i started this blog. Not literaral but might as well be. /I has a quick rest yesterday and woke up in a hatefull, raging, spitefull and cant jconcieve the value of life. This sounds horrivble and it is, it is who the dark side of me is.

This is not who I am but what i am, very broken. I wish to explain it all here as its hard to remember the being i was a short time after i recover. Everything good died in me, everything. Humans are not safe around me at this point. Life has no value to me, i cannot perseive the pain of others. Death is a concenquesnce of being in my presence it seems. I hate it and that hate feeds the darkness. In the point of this being is that i no linger have a concious at all. Qtip is my angle and saves me from this place all the time. just by doing nothing but existing on my lap as my closed eyes fight the creature inside me. I wish I could give you all a better understanding. It changes everything about who i am. Bloodlust and spitefull truth is my verbiage, pain is the answer to anthing you ask, lust for the screams of understanding the cost, jsut a absolute creature of pain and death.

Let this be know that this post is not saying this is the end, but the begining of me telling the darketst parts of me no one knows about. To share my darkest side so i can feel somewhat human agian. That s the tragity of knowing what you are, not who you are.

Again Forever in regrets of my being.

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.