The need to die as soon as possible has overtaken me. My wants, my wishes, and my dreams all have become futilities to which are a source of pain. I am a dog who cannot reach that steak simply because its owner, its breeder, won't feed it to him. My desire has attracted spirits, without doubt, trying to give me what I want. Last night, was a close call. The sheer force at which I fell three times, could have been deadly; nearly missing my temple. I'm okay with death, but not unnecessary harm. I will let the spirits know that death is my final answer, and not harm and that what little hope I have left is quickly evaporating. If they can intervene and help me find the things I dream of and long for, I might consider life.
- watkinsjennifer7