I have an understanding of a sort that can only be viewed as negative by nature. I can’t express the mindset of a person-me that can find words for… I have so much I want to say and yet fear my own darkness and letting that out on my own website. I close my eyes and feel the angels assigned to me as being failures, and the view that life is rape. What would be fitting for me to say? I wasn’t made for this, a mind that couldn’t handle reality, trying to kill my pride sobered and hardened. The retribution to my own short comings in this stupid existence to never want to walk the Earth again after this life ends to not be caught up in this planet of take-women/money/drugs and my hate for all of those pathetic lives that live in those energies. Truly the sad are spiritually higher than the happy-life is rape.