As a Christian, I am born of the Water and the Blood of Christ; diluted wine. But I struggle and fall, succeed and fail. I forget who I am. I become deluded wine.
Tuesday, March 4
Please, God, tell me that I'm not alone. This is a very very big world to be so alone in.
I am an awkward, stubborn, slightly insane woman who would rather talk Plato than Prada, rather watch Frank Capra than Carrie Bradshaw, and rather listen to Norse myths sung in Icelandic than anything currently on the radio. Yeah. Told you I was weird.
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