(Day one) Asleep mid-sentence- the words fell apart. No one is listening

anyway. This day will soon turn black and my "wants and needs" will spill

on my burning ashes. I learned to be selfish today...I learned to be

alive. These things I care for are for my personal gain and my person

happiness only. Why should I sit in your chairs and satisfy your

standards. I've done it all before and I've confused myself a thousand

times. The tragic day that I call morality just doesn't do it for me

anymore. No more choices, just standing in the cold. The day will turn

black and I will have either lived or died. Asleep mid-sentence- my words

fall to the ground. Swept into this dreamland. Economic satisfaction,

never succeed. But happiness has its place. Justice will not lie in your

corner. New day towards death, only compassion for my own needs make my

need necessary.

(Day two) Throw myself in the corner; I have nothing to complain about

here. A tragic day seems too peaceful to most, spoiled ambitious turned

my heart to black. I'm figuring out this realization process- the process

to never look upon bitter ground. Living dreams, loving dreams, awakening

to what I've always dreamt of. The familiar sound of lovely love from the

love of my life will keep the notes coming. From the reciting of the

show, to plip and shevanel, to the grind that annoys, and the season they

hate...forever I worship. I'll kill, love, and hate for all of you.

Thank you for the best part of my life.