For the first time in years... the voices in my head have stopped.

It's nice.

Maybe this is what it feels like to be free.

Thank you JC.

I think right now... It's like this.

I'm bitter because I feel abandoned.

As much as God has a home for me prepared, I'm still on guard, on edge...

I don't know what it means to be free.

...the FUCK do you want from me?

Deprave.

I should be sleeping now.

Morning prayer. Be up at five.

But I'm staying up trying to find someone to talk to.

And it's not going to be you.

But it's not gonna be you.

I'm in pain, but not hurt.

Come back soon.