It Would Be Nice If You’d Stop

A Person Likes To Think Of Himself In A Certain Way, And When Something Happens That Makes That No Longer Possible, You Mourn The Old Self. The Person You Thought You Were.

Can You Truly Love Anyone If You Do Not First Love Yourself? If You Hate Yourself, Can You Love Anyone Else? If You Do Not Accept All Of Who You Are, Can You Accept Anyone Else? Hard Questions. It Remains To Be Seen Whether I Get Any Answers, Hard, Or Otherwise.

People Are Supposed To Fear The Unknown, But Ignorance Is Bliss When Knowledge Is So Damn Frightening.

One Serial Killer Sends Me A Human Head In A Box, And I Get All Spooked; Go Figure.

It Feels Like We're In A Harry Potter Book Talking About He-who-must-not-be-named.