Lying in the bathtub with all the water run out, wondering about divinity and what it might mean.
Wondering about what the future means, what I might feel in three days, what he might be feeling in three days. He would like to marry me, he says, and I think the same, but I know I will make him sick, so for now we wait while we are young. Ah, innocence and naivety - so wonderful, even if it is conscious.
Wondering about others, how much I fear them and how I don't know how I will act when they are around. So many dead minds, dying imaginations, wastes of flesh.
Thank you all for your kindness in my previous journal. <3