More worry.

Worry.

I used to have such qualms about the whole doctrine of total depravity...but more and more each day do I see this living death running through my veins...like all the years of my life are just pushing down on me.

I hate these feelings...it's like...I breath and exhale toxin...the Love isn't based on who I should be but who I am...so why do I find it so hard to just accept it? Why do I have to live and die based upon my performances?

I'm so sick.
Sick of the lies and false parables,
bile rushing from my heart.

Such superfluous, such archaic, such viable vile things revolve around...giving birth to lies...fables...myths of self security...lies that everything will regain its status quo like nature...sick, so sick, so very sick.

It is cutting deep, so deep and red.

...well...that just made me feel worse...I hate being human...I feel so...dirty...so limited...so disgusting...I hate this.

All, all of this.

Encore?

Anyone?