Pen and paper is where I'd turn t in times like these (or my ipad ever since technology fuckin engulfed humankind)
Not initially though, my first thoughts? I always wrote from my heart, so what do I write about when I can't find my heart no more? But I guess I'm a slave t my thoughts, slave t my writing.
As a Catholic, I feel quite proud of myself for having read th whole book of Revelations in one night. As th end times of Revelations suggests, a lot in my life came t an end in one night too.
Yknow I'd write about th subjective of emotional pain, how I'd very much like t smash and punch things right about now but what I really want th most, is t be as far away from my thoughts as possible.
Th fact is, bad things happen t good people a lot. But I guess th faith in God doesn't guarantee a good life, but a perfect eternity.
How's your heart? Pretty fuckin familiar, but tonight I can't find it.
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