Monday, 13 January 2014

I'm there again.

At a place I tried to kill myself and is a spot where I reaffirm my desire to die.

The circumstances haven't changed but what has, importantly, changed is the burning hatred in me. It's as if forces are conspiring not just to make me miserable, be emotionally tortured or beg every day to die. It feels like the psychopath within is being stoked every day.

- sent from my smartphone

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"