"sometimes the devil can seem so close to you, like your very own thoughts"
"what if the devil is right?"
"he's only a liar."
there are demons in me, i think. not literally - that would be too easy. they say things about myself that i don't mean, but that ring true. the demon is me.
i am a fucktard / i wish i could disappear
this is the start of my descent. my existence is shameful, foolish. and i can't even hide it like others can. if hands could wrap around my face and smother me into unthinking liminality. i don't have the time to drink.
dear Lord Jesus, i am so done