“A thread of Texts to myself in a desperate state”

There is a cast spell over my Writing.

[I didn’t care] [I wanted]

The Ultimate Supreme Truth Power

I had to get over the fact that I was just not popular.

Help me make this real.

This is hard.

I just can’t help it it’s who I am.

I personally suffered for so long.

Decapitated.

Prescription over here.

I want to change and I’m willing to learn.

Jesus Christ if you’re out there.

That was so fucking sincere.

I’m not okay, it’s okay actually.

You are such an Oracle.

I genuinely knew without a shadow of a doubt.

I need some more help God.

Vain attempts at pleas?

Grateful.

Endearment -what I did][was

I was just Listening.

Shine so bright.

You.

Brilliant.

Giving you the run down.

Be silent you wench. –Husband

Constitutional.

Mollie’s Bidding.

I heard that very clear.

Paralysis.

8.11.21 [Texts]

Aubrey's Arch