i sit here, on the floor. writing this feels pointless. no one is reading this anyway. i… i finally did it. i got to my knees, and asked The Almighty to be among one of his servants. an angel. and now… the pain is unbearable. my head… filled with thoughts and memories that never happened. blood drops from my eyes, tears. but yet, i feel at peace. nothing feels wrong. he found me sitting on the floor, still on my knees. he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. i couldn’t either. it had worked. it had worked its way on me. now, that was much long ago, i just have one last question for Him. why?… The rest of the page is torn and full of blood scribbles…
