Weak Thoughts, Weak Desires: He

A Story? No. No Stories, Never Again.

To See Was Terrifying, And To Stop Seeing Tore Me Apart From My Forehead To My Throat.

Weak Thoughts, Weak Desires: He Felt Their Force.

Express Only That Which Cannot Be Expressed. Leave It Unexpressed)

The Journal Is Not Essentially A Confession, A Story About Oneself. It Is A Memorial. What Does The Writer Have To Remember? Himself, Who He Is When He Is Not Writing, When He Is Living His Daily Life, When He Is Alive And Real, And Not Dying And Without Truth.