Gospel 149 ~Lies In Line Will~

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NaNoWriMo’s last day is Monday, and I’m around 8,000 words short of the finish line. Do you even need to ask what I was doing on Thursday and tonight? One more lie for a story that will never be. “Lies In Line Will”

Friday, November 27, 2020

Gospel 149 ~Lies In Line Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but the one thing I won’t lie about tonight is THE END. Now I don’t know how many NaNoWriMo months I have completed over many years. Still, again I won’t lie about a conclusion. Dammit, so this last time, a hundred. Beautiful Sophia, I’m giving myself a one-hundred-word window. Hell, I haven’t even made up for last night’s debacle. Don’t I always mention how much I hate the holidays? Sure I have all the turkey I can eat, and my BFF is in town but still. Of course, I’m still reading.

With that in mind, I hope you don’t mind if I get some work done:

Chapter One – From Digging Into Cherry Pie (Win William Bridgman)
Chapter Two – Starting With A Second Banana (Evie Gabriela Bennett)
Chapter Three – What Once Was Cherry Condition (Sarah Annora Haven)
Chapter Four – When Life Gives You Lemons (Sarah Annora Haven)

Chapter Five – The Anatomy Of An Apple (Evie Gabriela Bennett)
Chapter Six – You Ready To Go Bananas (Sarah Annora Haven)
Chapter Seven – Ode Of Lost Cherry Picker (Cain Azrael Fae)
Chapter Eight – Apples, Oranges, Why Not Tomatoes (Win William Bridgman)

Chapter Nine – A Couple of Bad Apples (Sarah Annora Haven)
Chapter Ten – Apples From The Hanging Tree (Cain Azrael Fae)
Chapter Eleven – With Big Melons, Who’s Melancholy (Win William Bridgman)
Chapter Twelve – When Cherry Was The Bomb (Evie Gabriela Bennett)

Chapter Thirteen – As American As Apple Pie (Cain Azrael Fae)
Chapter Fourteen – Life, In Cherry Picking Minutes (Win William Bridgman)
Chapter Fifteen – In The Garden Of Evie (Evie Gabriela Bennett)
Chapter Sixteen – Crushing The Grapes Of Wrath (Sarah Annora Haven)

Chapter Seventeen – The Fruits of the Forbidden (Cain Azrael Fae)
Chapter Eighteen – A Hole Like Our Cherry’s

You’re not Inspector Echo, but I do ask your forgiveness, My Lady. I needed to see this written out in real-time to decide where I’m going. Also, you know how I write, for example, A Hole Like Our Cherry’s equals A Bowl Full Of Cherries. Um, I’ve lied to NaNoWriMo. Yeah, I told you I would. But I know Chapters Nineteen and Twenty now. The Plum Assignment and Strawberry Fields Forever. I need my music. I need to actually get this done, but instead, I cover. Lies In Line Will

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Gospel 148 ~How Long That’s Will~

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How long will I stay up tonight? How long do I have to write tonight? How long will any sex scenes be since I didn’t read any in Succubs Lord 6? Yet I’m only 15%, so yeah, they’re coming, one way or another. “How Long That’s Will”

Thursday, November 26, 2020

Gospel 148 ~How Long That’s Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now. I wonder how many billionaires were once porn stars or at least invested? I know there are some worth millions, but honest to God, I want to be the first billionaire with that on a resume. Hell, I’m getting my practice in these days. Of course, No Nut November is fucked between NaNoWriMo, Naps, and not wanting to go to the Day Job. Would you like to see me drinking, doing drugs, or dying at some point? Better to pay attention to my dick, so yeah, Six Impossible Things… NOT.

I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in… hell if I know. As I said, I’m working on NaNoWriMo these days. I fudge the numbers. And then, make them back up, and I’m going back and forth tonight whether I’ll write anything at all. This week is almost over SIGH. Of course, I’m staying up half the night checking out porn, which might affect the writing process. Now I get my rocks off, the words come easier, trading one release for another yep. But the time between them, like Dennis Hof, I go looking for the next one. To be honest, it’s the search that takes the hands off the clock because that can go on forever. Hell, much like my list of ladies in “Sinning The Cherry On Top.” Note I’m using the word HELL plenty, but I’m not kidding myself. It’s like I’m there, and I’m not masochistic.

So what would be my Heaven, you ask me? My writing name should be Will Longing, but my porn alias would be Will Longstroke. Yeah, I didn’t spend much time deciding. At least I did get my reading done of Succubus Lord 6 by Eric Vall. 15% still trailing. Strangely enough, if I were going to get into the holiday spirit, it would be with Christmas Erotica. I’ll finish this one last novel and then get into some winter cold warmed by bedroom antics. Oh, another thing, I should eat Thanksgiving dinner sometime tonight. One more excuse not to look in on the “shorties” in my life. I won’t mention one because I ain’t STUPID. I should get back to M Anime, as I’m still trying to work something out with her. In my novel, I added Maisie Williams (drooling).

Lusting after her and Sophie Turner. How Long That’s Will?

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 147 ~Will Vs. St. Patrick~

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Last week didn’t I say something about MAGA Hats? Now I want to punch myself for wearing a green hoody. Money green as the Day Job puts it. More like sickly green I hate getting out of bed. How far is Ireland to start a new life. Will Vs. St. Patrick

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Gospel 147 ~Will Vs. St. Patrick~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I should be used to green. Do you remember when I said I’m done with McDonald’s after getting food poisoning… how many times? Anyway, I needed a snack after going out today, and no, it was not by any choice, ha-ha. Inspector, I believe it was Kermit who said it ain’t easy being green. Still, I would rather be rich than sick. I want to be wealthy than jealous of every little thing. Killmonger said it must feel good. Tonight as with most nights, I’m exhausted with minimal effort, yeah.

Pondering, what does any of this have to do with St. Patrick? From a quick read, he is the patron saint of Ireland, and he’s known to have banished snakes. Talk about not doing my research right. All I know is, I bought two green hoodies today, both for the Day Job, no fun ever. Of “Two Of The Lucky Ones,” no, I’m not one. Neither am I the Fortunate One. For damn sure, I wish I was dressed like “The One.” Yes, I know Grammarly is going to ding my ask for saying one so many times. If I were a good writer, I wouldn’t be suffering right now. Yes, I’m being a bit dramatic, but “Humiliations Galore” are becoming a way of life. Okay, I should stop talking about them, but I need something to sing about to get to bed sometime soon. Or I could and should stop lying to NaNoWriMo and having to make up counts.

Now I always do Inspector Echo. If you add in what I meant to do last night and tonight, well damn, we are looking at three-thousand, so I should be proud. Nope, because I still have to read; I only hope Goodreads counts the paltry amount I read only tonight. Nothing I have been doing has qualified me for sainthood. Spending everything on Eric Vall because I’m still scared of A.J. Markam and especially K Webster. You don’t know how hard I was fighting such terror at the Day Job. Okay, I failed plenty, Inspector. Nothing of this line of thinking holds any weight on St. Patrick. I only know Saint’s Row and St. Raphael as I put him in my novel. Please don’t ask me why ever Inspector Echo.

I’m just sorry and tired… sick? Will Vs. St. Patrick

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Gospel 146 ~To Be Silently Willing~

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Tell me I didn’t say that, write that, or even choose to think. You see why I spend so much time sleeping or living vicariously through others. As the song ask, would you lie with me and just forget the world? “To Be Silently Willing.”

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Gospel 146 ~To Be Silently Willing~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but must I tell everyone? There was a time I played PCH for hours. Time better spent reading, writing, and “Lovin’ you is easy ’cause you’re beautiful.” Now was that a little too much? Is that somewhat an insult within honesty? Can’t I just say right now, My Love, I’m tired. I didn’t sleep much last night after working on the novel late. So yes, I’ll say STUPID things (cringes) from time to time. I suppose that music won’t be my salvation. Minnie Riperton’s musical stylings?

It’s one of the reasons I love how you’re a reader like me. It’s why I buy books for our kids all the time. I’m sure the Dæmon doesn’t mind, old man these days. I value your mind, and when we say something. Not sounding like the President but zero responsibility. Though, I’m not tossing away the music. Have I told you about the time I regret not dancing with my friend at her wedding? You know I can name hundreds if not thousands of songs, Not one got me to move on the dancefloor because I was afraid SIGH. Indeed, I’ve told you my dirty little secret of actually enjoying the plague era. I’m going to miss wearing masks. Now with all of the stuff that comes out of my mouth, still facing the man in the mirror. That’s the hardest thing to do. Name something that masks prevent?

Kissing You? At this rate, I’m going to have a whole new playlist now, including Des’ree. For the record “I’ll Always Love My Mama,” and I’ve worked for a few black women I can’t stand. Anyway, kissing you is an excellent way to shut me up with everything in life. Also, my Dæmon and I like to eat. I’m not one for the holidays, but on Thanksgiving, my Mom cooks. Hell, I even have memories of E-Day steak and baked potato. Anything that keeps my mouth shut and makes me want to see the world one more day, My Love. Listen, I’m not saying I don’t get loud, but there are days like today that I can’t say anything right. I want to be like Elton John, John Legend, Bruno Mars, the guy from W.I.T.C.H. and write you a song.

Worked out well. But silence is my kindness, or “Les Fleurs.” To Be Silently Willing

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 145 ~God’s The Dream, Unconditional Love~

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It’s written, speak of the Devil, and he’ll appear because God knows I ain’t loving anybody today that doesn’t have four legs and barks. I’d say I want to be a better man, but no, I’m Silas. Thanks, World Beyond. “God’s The Dream, Unconditional Love”

Monday, November 23, 2020

Gospel 145 ~God’s The Dream, Unconditional Love~

Hundred And Sixty-Third Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but today I’m not in the mood for this rule. If anything, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE is for my Dæmon, and he’s right up against my thigh. So I guess I get why he always wants to cuddle because the moment he gives me space… Today though, as the song goes by Get Set Go AHEM “I Hate Everyone.” I swear to Christ all I felt today is Fury, Rage, Wrath… Why didn’t Divergent have a faction for people like me? If it’s any consolation, I’m angry with myself, so yeah, we can burn.

Now I know my week is going to suck, but yesterday, The Walking Dead World Beyond… Jesus. Well, you can see by the title. I must have been in a somewhat religious mood with this rule. Anyway, do you remember I said that everything I enjoy is biting my behind? So last night’s episode hit a little too close to home. Long story short, I am Silas. Quote a song about it, so here it go, “Everybody know I’m a motherfucking monster” pardon my French. Then we have an obsession with Iris from Silas. And finally, all his “Dad Issues.” Dammit, Madam Justice, I’m on the verge of writing a third book about some girl. I don’t want to say her name now because it makes me sick to think about my trash. I hate my “Father,” but I’m still here, a grown-ass man living off his cash right now.

Is that not unconditional love? I’m not suicidal, I keep telling myself, but right now, I’m in a dark place. Much like Silas, I’m somewhere in-between letting the dead take me. On the other hand, I really want to hit something. My fists were balled all day—God, such hate. If I could, I’d apologize for my terrible novel. I’m going to finish it, but I hate it more with each passing day. Nobody will ever read it, but yeah, this is a job that must get done, even if I become public enemy number one. Yes, Madam Justice, that is from another rap song. What, it’s not like I can tell you about the book series I’m liking, not loving, I ain’t Jacob. Now that guy has unconditional love but also unlimited power, ha. Rule 19 Love Is A Great Power but unconditionally… divinity.

God’s The Dream, Unconditional Love.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 144 ~Will Gets Very Math~

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A great man once said, never tell me the odds. For now, I rather not know how many days there in the week. How many people aren’t dead yet. How many words do I need to catch up in NaNoWriMo… around 700. “Will Gets Very Math.”

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Gospel 144 ~Will Gets Very Math~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you’re still wondering what day it is. SIGH, I can’t say I envy you. You know, each week I want to leave you with hope. However, today you feel somewhat between “Fortunate Son” and Tom Petty’s “I Won’t Back Down.” Then you can throw in NPH from Starship Troopers, who said something to the tune of this. It’s simple numbers; they have more. Everything and everyone is coming up with numbers. Only you know which one really concerns me about you.

Okay, as we get into my many failures this week, let’s keep in mind that we are on a time crunch here. You have 23 minutes before WWE’s Survivor Series. It ain’t like you’re going to watch all of it anyway, seeing as how today is for Walkers and Empties… TWD. However, must I remind you that you aren’t dead yet. Neither are you suicidal, but you are definitely envying the dead right now. Of course, that’s the wrong thing to say during the days of Coronavirus, COVID-19. Hell, even wishing for death is somewhat acceptable. Not what you’re doing when it comes to “Sinning The Cherry On Top.” Can you imagine if such trash was allowed to be published? Well, first off, it has to be written, and how is that going? I know even with 2000 words, you didn’t make Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 4
    Completed

Should you continue to be selfish. Maybe you should add in the rest of the world and its numbers. I swear if it wasn’t the spammers, every side is fighting from votes, viral, and of course, violence. You might prefer that to the days of actual Hell that await, biblical. Hotdogs don’t seem to be appeasing the Dæmon, and at what time did he get his last meds. Oh yeah, he also needs his nails trimmed. Why don’t we spend some money on black jeans so his Dad can continue to hold down a job? Humiliations galore await you, friend. Yet I’m still going to give you Six Impossible Things when you only need one. From the show that started it all, “The Walking Dead.” JSS Just Survive Somehow. It would help if you got some sleep or food, a shower but Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 5

You’re not a caveman or a homeless one. Endure and Survive, FOCUS, Do Whatever It Takes. Will Gets Very Math.

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Gospel 143 ~Willing To Be Tired~

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So last week, around this time, I got 5400, and tonight there was 4300. I’m still not catching up to NaNoWriMo standards, but at least I’m not a liar when I put down 33,000 and some words total. Willing To Be Tired but not 700 words, but why not

Saturday, November 21, 2020

Gospel 143 ~Willing To Be Tired~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I’m not the usual Trump supporter. Let’s say for the record that I’m sorry I keep bringing up that piece of shit, which is the president. I’ve said a few times actually that he just creeps into everything daily. Speaking of which, it’s 10:50 PM right this second which means, I might be going to bed at 2:30 AM again tonight. My Lady Luna, I didn’t want to talk to you until I rectified things with NaNoWriMo from last night. Negan would say, “Today was a productive damn day.”

Okay, counting what I should have done last night (1900 Words). Also adding today’s total (2000 words) and this conversation (400). I’m only 700 short of doing a good work total of 5000. Don’t get excited, Lady Lu. I still hate Math and Language Arts. Surprisingly I continue to sound like a “Trumptard” by going against any form of knowledge.

On the other hand, those idiots will get up early to support him, and here I am, waking up at 8:30 AM. It was a struggle, I tell ya, trying to get my hair cut, go shopping, and let me repeat it… 4300 words, WHOA. But as Brandy sang about. “Almost doesn’t count.” Don’t get me started on music. Last night or the day before? Okay, how do I say this without going off the deep end of my addiction?

A “person” who said they would provide a service robbed a bunch of people. They got the sum of a million dollars. Now this person has, had, is building, hell if I know a music career. They did a song called “Lonely” which I have listened to and watched because I’m Will. I didn’t buy anything from them, but the fact I have it on Spotify and am now listening to Akon’s “Lonely.” So I went to get a haircut, which is only $10.00, but another person convinced me to get a shampoo and a scalp massage. That means I’m out of Ghost Pepper sauce for my BBQ ribs SIGH. Finally, there is an artist I have my eye on, which means I’ll be shelling out cash for Patreon, maybe. If I need anything right now, it’s a good night’s sleep, now that is funny. Not with this coming week.

But too exhausted for nightmares, Lu. Willing To Be Tired.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 142 ~The Write Will Lie~

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I can’t believe I’m lying to NaNoWriMo. An eight-hour workday, plus picking up my kid’s meds, a pet store that doesn’t sell the right dog food. Then we got food poisoning from McDonald’s, but I got to read, and he took his meds. “The Write Will Lie.”

Friday, November 20, 2020

Gospel 142 ~The Write Will Lie~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but isn’t that a lie I write down every day? How many times are we going to have this conversation? About the things, I shouldn’t make notes of? I swear, I’m getting pushed more and more towards behaving like a Republican. “Dear Leader,” to be precise. You know who I’m talking about, our very own President Trump. I lie about my wealth, going on for years now, in the name of motivation. I make a bunch of promises that don’t account for anything. The most damning thing of all is that I’m failing to produce anything.

Now you are not Inspector Echo but allow me to confess this. I lied to NaNoWriMo tonight or this morning about my word count. It’s not the first time, and I have always made good but not this Saturday at 12:30 AM. Long story short, SIGH I’m tired, My Lady.
Speaking of my novel, I’m on Chapter Thirteen, “As American As Apple Pie.” We’ve got an explosion, what it means to be an American. There’s some torture I’m not allowed to speculate on, considering what it’s about. So why not elaborate while I’m wide awake? The only reason I’m wide awake is that come Sunday, I have to write FAILED, once again on my first of Six Impossible Things. My Addiction kicked my ass Lady Sophia and didn’t I say “Wednesday” that I needed to stop being down on myself?

Yet another lie, I said that I showed up, only to be down on myself. After the days I’ve been having at the Day Job, how could I not be? I wonder what would’ve happened if I signed any form for an overnight. Now I’ve signed my death warrant workwise. Interestingly enough, if I’m going to talk about a crappy employee like myself, what about McDonald’s. If they gave me a receipt and somehow, I found the time, I would complain about the food poisoning I got there again. My sickness routine should remain secret? What I won’t keep hide is this fact. That I want to get to bed at 2:30 AM tonight. That’s why I won’t hold my promise to NaNoWriMo. I’m promising myself that I’m going to get a haircut at the very least. Also, get some food that won’t kill me.

If failing NaNoWriMo doesn’t first. Hell, The Write Will Lie.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 141 ~When Three Agree, Will~

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It’s 3 AM, and there’s no excuse to be up this late unless I’m having a threesome, reading about it, or writing it. Well, I did the last two earlier in the night, and I don’t have a billion dollars or even a million, however. “When Three Agree, Will”

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Gospel 141 ~When Three Agree, Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still don’t think that will give me all of Jacob’s powers from Succubus Lord 4. If you’re asking why it’s late, I read some Eric Vall and my “Interesting” book. Now I don’t think I would need a billion to start a cult. Okay, it worked for Trump, and I am so afraid that he will end up in my book. It’s okay. It’s never going to get published, and isn’t Wednesday (okay, it’s Thursday) supposed to be a good day? Maybe if I shut off Azur Lane for 30 minutes, I might get this done, Dirty Diana.

Hopefully, by 3:00 AM? Is that what I’m shooting for. At this rate, I am screwed. See, I noticed now that I skipped Wednesday SIGH though I wrote it down. Only I’m too far in right now, so Wednesday will become Thursday and vice versa for this week, this moment. I guess as the song goes, I need to talk about SEX baby. Although the whole last chapter of my book didn’t have any sex whatsoever. What the hell is wrong with me besides being kind of exhausted. No need to inquire what I was Fappening to today. Gotta write. Interesting enough. It wasn’t Azur Lane St. Louis (Luxurious Wheels), Sabrina Nichole, or Tifa Lockhart. What can I tell you? Sometimes a man wants a steak, and other times a Big Mac will do. I’m going to get all kinds of hate for that, but what are the odds, right?

Is anyone reading? Not that I’m begging? I’m saying the odds anyone notices I skipped a day are the same as getting to have a threesome at some point. That’s something I still haven’t done.

And I don’t need a billion dollars to accomplish such an endeavor. I’m not Jacob. Also, I’m not Win William Bridgman, Cain Azrael Fae, or Bastian Barks Barrett. I know I’m one for long-winded names. Think something a southern mom would call out before she beats your ass. My mom never spanked me. The concept turns me on, I’ll admit. However, I wish my freakiness could narrow itself down to three things. It’d give me a fighting chance sometime. At this rate, I’ve said it before I’ll find my Maggie.

The end is coming, but I’ll finish my novel before then. When Three Agree, Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 140 ~Willing By The Days~

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What day is it again? Now those MAGA Hats can, in the words of DX, “Suck It.” At the moment, I’m all for MWGA… doesn’t have the same ring. Not to mention I can’t remember the last time I felt great. “Willing By The Days”

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Gospel 140 ~Willing By The Days~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that’s not why I forgot about you. If anything, I’m forgetting what it feels like to be okay. One of my motivations says, “You did not wake up today to be mediocre.” How I can say at this moment, why yes I did Inspector. Yesterday or today at four in the morning, I planned on doing a great many things. I need a haircut; I should go shopping as everyone is in an uproar. Now it ain’t all bad. I did do 1,900 words. I got my Imp to take his meds for once but will he again? No humiliations.

Now they will come, Inspector Echo. We’re heading into Thanksgiving next week. Can you believe that I actually remembered that? If I think I’m wiped out right about now, I’m in trouble, I’m in real big trouble, as the song goes. Endure and Survive, right? Inspector Echo, the thing is, I’m not sure I want to. No, as always, I’m not suicidal. Only I can’t name a whole lot of stuff that is bringing me joy right now. I have Eric Vall, but his books are saying, expect a twist. I fall asleep to Far Cry 5 stories, reviews, walkthroughs. Fighting my addictions are a bitch, pardon my French. I don’t have anything to be bragging about, and again I have my story to write. So here I am fighting for the days to fly-by, and I only have myself to blame for this mess.

Of course, I could stop, at this second, I want to lie in bed and do nothing. The good news is tonight I won’t be going to bed at 4:00 AM yet again. The bad news is, what will I be doing this weekend. I have a chance to catch up now. I could even do it tonight, but um? Yeah, that’s right. I’ll make promises, and then I’ll cut off my alarm and go right back to sleep. Oh, except for my occupation that’s going to treat me like garbage and make me despise myself. I keep going through Hell, and it’s much bigger than I could ever imagine. Strangely hate isn’t as strong as I hoped, and don’t talk to me about love right now, Inspector Echo. Sorry.

I get back to you only to be down on myself? Willing By The Days

I Will Have No Fear