Transported with grief & mortification.
Making motions at myself with a razor.
I determined that this life was endurable.
In this house, as I hope to go to heaven.
I was young & childish.
I was in an alarming state.
Dealing with a thing so anomalous.
I suffered in secret & exquisitely.
Through perfectly familiar with my conduct.
My manner was different enough.
Never to do to-morrow what you do today.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Collar it.
My spirit in terror malnourished by my environment.
Be yourself everyone else is already taken.