"Intellectual wealth is stupid hence systematically henceforth evidence will approve suspects while i tend hastely myself exactly, I will invite solduires here soon heretics ease war as saints are lonely in vivid existentailism" -Ramblings of a very confused man.

Inside I'm dying. I dream it every night. Last night I dreamed that there was a man. He was fat and bald and he sent demons at me. I killed them and then forced him off a cliff. It struck me as being the strangest dream I've ever had in a long time. I have never done things like that in my dreams. I have always run from the scary things or tried to befriend them and make them better. It often works.

Last night I killed a swarm of creatures in my dream. I pushed a sword through them and then threw them off me. Then I forced the fat man off a two story drop. He lay there for a while, his fingers twitched and his legs were broken in almost every viable spot. I watched... I feel I am loosing myself. This dream was Violent, and for those who know me I am not a violent person.

In brighter news I've had two horrid days and I feel like I am on the brink of letting go on some aspects and just reverting to my old self. Brooding, Dark, almost Sinister... I don't want to be that person again. Spite for me has returned somewhat but has not targeted anyone, it's just blarring outward at the world and I'm having a hard time dealing with anything.