It’s a treasured experience to be raped by women who simply cannot fathom what it means to be adults in the room. They just won’t quit and that’s that.

The end of an era of the depredation of porn. Rape will stop forever because I just look like hell. If anyone thinks it’s a treasure to see my carcass degraded by disgusting porn—think again.

Goodbye. I don’t want a husband. I want God.

And I am sick.

Sick to the death of sickness.

Good night.

Sick of everyone and everything. And that’s that. On a day when I should rejoice.

I don’t.

But I move on. And will run again.

May God’s will be done.