People keep fucking contradicting themselves. I feel like everyone’s full of shit lately, and I don’t feel that anyone considers the feelings of others before doing what they please.
We worship the God of Thorns, my son. Sometimes he requires sacrifices in return for his power.
No, I’ll tell you what’s really wrong. My dreams are driving me nuts again. I don’t feel comfortable talking about this, but sometimes they start to drive me so deep within myself that I don’t know how to let anyone know this is happening. I’m a tape loop. I’m a player with the play mode permanently turned on. Sometimes I feel like a fucking machine that someone else is running. It’s not everything I am, but when the dreams get bad, it becomes a very large part. They’re very bad right now.
We worship the God of Thorns, my son. Sometimes he requires sacrifices in return for his power.
I can’t even fucking think right now.
