2011-06-12 - 12:15 a.m.

I used to wonder before, but I've decided now, that, yes, I belong to woe; for my heart beats badly to every imagined fear, and I exagerate my offences until I am a monster. I am both grandiose and grotesque. I am a perfect paradigm of awkward hate and pervading mistrust, yes, I hold a half-assed conception of love, but. But like something alive I thrive by my petty disguises and my vulgar mistrust. But today I will try to love, because that's what humans do, we spread our sicknesses like spores and even though we know better, we hold out hope for something more.