Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
I dreamed my death tonight. While driving home I saw a car hit mine. I died instantly. I saw my funeral. I saw the reactions of those around me. Truly frightening.
I made a wise decision tonight.
I feel myself slipping. I feel the negative energy around me. I feel the tears behind my eyes. I feel it all and I hate it.
I've realised that I lose a lot of respect for being promiscuous. I make a lot of shit harder for myself and more frustrating because of this. But do I stop? No. I just go about my business and keep my thoughts to myself. Only on occasion does my promiscuity bother me.
I hate myself for the creature I'm becoming.