finé
maxed out my credit-card
emptied my bank account
sold myself to the devil
filled my soul up with lies.
i am ashamed, sometimes, to be who i am.
i'd better stop writing in here about the revelations that i have, right when i have them. it's like the newspaper men writing about disasters in order to make a profit. at what cost to the soul?
but soul is a loaded word. it makes it easy to be skeptical.
but now i'm rambling.