I pray that someday I will be well. I know, I’m not religious, and hell, I am far from a saint. But god, if someone is up there watching me I hope they see how lost I am. I need guidance, I need hope, I need a map— fuck I need something, I need anything so that I can be free from insanity’s grasp and I pray, I hope, someday I will be well. For them, for him, for me.