Whats it like to die. When will it ever arrive. I want to meet this angel of death. To know what its feelings are. Would you like your job if it were to pick up souls. I know I wouldn't. I cant even kill a fly without hating myself for it.
I wonder whats after. If god welcomes you. Or if you walk in to an office where they'll tell you if you go to hell or not. In my words it would be complicated. I have sinned. I haven't killed anyone. But i have sinned.
"This is my first journal entry. Hope some of you find it amusing. Some find it intriguing. My mind is a big empty world. It gets bored so it brings up small things like this that make a great impact on my heart. If you didn't quite catch that one I'll lay it out simple for you. Yes, I just described my mind as a mind of its own..."