Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.
I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrifying, like madness, being tortured...with an informed and intelligent mind.
I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
I do not know who I am tonight.
A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.