demon.

I was once normal, like anyone. I was going places, I was happy, well mostly. Okay that’s a lie, but I was starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, you know? But now I’m not, I’m not anything. I’m not even human. and this.. This is my story. The story about the last year of my beating heart and rosy cheeks as they say. Maybe by the end people might understand the lesson learned. I sure didn’t. I start this at the end of my life…