Entry 23:
”GOD HELP US AND OUR ILL RIDDEN CHILD FROM THEIR STATE OF MIND-“
“Kid, you okay?”
I saw the flames consume what was inside that hell.
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Algeria
seen from Czechia
seen from Brazil
seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Algeria
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
Entry 23:
”GOD HELP US AND OUR ILL RIDDEN CHILD FROM THEIR STATE OF MIND-“
“Kid, you okay?”
I saw the flames consume what was inside that hell.
Entry 22:
”Poor child, lost [???¿¿¿] fire…”
“Must be painful living in an [???] now.”
… Years later and it still haunts me.
Entry 21:
stop. No, no, just STOP TALKING. I didn’t do shit wrong. You just have to make this about yourself, don’t you Andromeda?
… why am I talking to myself…
Entry 20:
The white rooms…
Entry 19:
“Andromeda? You’ll forgive me, right..?”
Andromeda..?
Entry 18:
I feel guilty for something, a weight on my shoulders, but I don’t know what for.
Entry 17:
Attempted to fly today, failed miserably and crashed into a table and pile of books. Now my face and side hurt.
Does the wings mean you can fly??
I don’t actually know, haven’t tried.