The Heart Of A Wolf

Dear Hearts,

I can’t. That’s what I hear in my head. I cannot go to The House tomorrow and resume packing up. I can’t.

That House is out to get me. I don’t want to return to a place of tragedy—a place that killed me.

But, maybe that part of me needing killing.

I don’t fucking know. I just know that I can’t.

All the Mother Mary statuettes are not going to help me.

It has to Christ, God, The Holy Spirit, and Mother Mary. The strength has to come from inside me…

^“Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

Please, Christ take my yoke…please…

Wolves fight to the death—give me the Heart of a Wolf

Smoke ‘em if ya’ got ‘em. God Bless

In the name of The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; Mother Mary, Saint Brigid; Saint Jude; Saint Therese Lisieux; Saint Peter; Archangel Michael, and my Guardian Angel, Jed.

Grateful For:

“Gourmet Coffee”

Family

Health

Cigarettes

Faith

I have got to “change my perspective” or something. I am so fucking wound right now. I feel like I am going to war.

“I need you, Jesus.” I cannot do this without Heavenly help.

I can’t move forward until I put the House behind me.

Lot’s wife…

All that confidence, peace, hope I had…gone.

I have to do this. Fight. Fight. Fight.

Fighting is so hard…I’ve fought for so long.