It’s a very dark and stormy night tonight, so I think I’ll dive back into the darker recesses of my soul and do as many entries for the list of bad deeds as I can.
I used to think I was a ghost, and that no one knew me, but I am as transparent as the air you breathe. I don’t care about making it big anymore. Now I just want something, anything, to make sense. Maybe some day I will know my purpose, and when that day comes, I just hope I’m still sane enough to help.