This is where I am attempting to manifest through

words. in a sense my journal through self experimention.

[manafestzu]

Being an intuitive witch sometimes is the funniest shit. I'd be just fucking around in the kitchen walking out like "Oh shit I guess that was a ritual... huh?"

[manafestzu]

Wondering why it feels so perment to text vs writing thing on a keyboard.

[manafestzu]

Stuck dust clear,

Stuck dust forgotten by one

Stuck dust forgotten by all

Stuck dust disappear.

[manafestzu]

I suppose the hardest thing to do in this situation is to start. The shadows they wrap me in a mildly uncomfortable heat. Not that I would have the energy right now to actually do what which lies within me that still fear such things. Though of course I would be foolish to neglect to mention that maybe it is the alcohol that is seeking its revenge onto me.

BUT those nuisances aside I suppose as this is my frist entry here I should probably introduce myself. Here I would like to be referred to Retto, not a name I necessarily feel any bond towards in any regards. Online or otherwise so why Retto? WELL, truthfully I am unsure but it will work well enough won't it? Then again who knows.

I am tired now so maybe tomorrow I will actually write more about myself out side of my name and maybe explain what this even is. I apologize to introduce "filler" into my own journal so soon but now I must fall to sleep