The only reason I do this is for the candy. But the candy has gotten old and I had the love I wanted and like that I lost it. Something seemed familiar about those very words. Maybe I’ve said them before. Or maybe I just realize how terrible I am in one great sweep. I’ve tried to be better and help people but I fail and when I try to be good my blood tells me that I’m not my head lies and my emotions go spiraling out of control. There is no way know to save me from this as I know find. I keep hurting because I’m just a lowly demon looking for closure. But really I’m a fallen angel. Ask anyone who knew me. I was once not this bad and I know that but I can’t do anything. It’s gone to far for me to stop it. I will never forget that I am not a good guy here. I’m the bad guy. But I try not to be....
-?????? Sunday, 12:45 AM, April 21st, Easter