I need alcohol.
Why do I always have to go and shoot myself in the foot? That's just suicidal.
digging up stories, the stories of people's lives..inquisitive..curiosity killed the cat nine times over.
insanity brinks, on the edge..precariously on the edge. Must I lie to those I love? Lie, to protect them from myself? Am I a stalker?
Dread. It fills my entire soul at the moment. I feel so crushed. Crushed by my own madness..my own folly. Despair.
All I can hear is the sobs as the tears fall.
And all I can do is trust Christ to restore the ruins wrought by my own hands. Jesus, I really need you now.