I sometimes try to tell people, but I am never believed.
I have done so many heinous, nasty, horrible things in my life. So many. I can’t bring myself to reveal them, because then there would be no friends at all. They only see the results of my trying to live for only love for the past decade or so. Even during this time the demons have surfaced, though.
I frequently think of snuffing out my existence but I am too much of a coward to do it. So I go on, trying to avoid contact and crying myself to sleep.
I’ve been doing pretty good but there is always the possibility of demons taking the reigns, so I do my best to stay in my hidey hole.
Living, for me, is not an enjoyable thing.
I have taken to letting God do the driving and that has been working well. Continue, I shall.
Thank you all for being here, it helps.