There isn't much that I know to write in this journal, here. At the moment, I can't seem to connect to my feelings or to my thoughts; they feel like they must belong to someone else entirely...maybe another half of me. I feel like my insides are being torn apart. I don't know myself anymore, and I'm just now starting to reconnect with my past lives. I'm learning who I was and what I can do. I'm beginning to see the "person" that I'm slowly and inevitably becoming. It might just be the power trip, but I'm really starting to like the evil things I've done and will continue to do.
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