My demons… are going to be the end of me. I can’t go to church and confess my sins because in this great age of pandemic we’ve become shut ins… so here it is, I got shit I gotta get off my chest, shit that’s weighing me down, fucking my head up shit that will keep me from passing saint peters gates some day… I’m full of sin and it feels like everything is literally closing in on me, stuff I cannot share with my family, I think it’s why my meds have stopped helping, I can’t stop dwelling on things