everything hurts. my gift is my curse and the weight of the universe is upon me. my soul is serene while my human mind screams and being sin sick racks my body. im a beautiful nuisance to society. i know a different God than most of the masses follow blindly. if my body is my temple, then my spirit rests in the most Holy. all this makes me love so hard but keeps me so lonely. it makes me angry enough to wanna hulksmash something, im really not good with feelings.