25.11.2025
23:05
It has been a while, hasn't it reader? I took a break due to lack of motivation and material to write about. That is, material other than just endless, tired ramblings of self-loathing. Since my last entry my life has developed in several ways, most of which I will keep vague for the sake of privacy, but I have found myself travelling through the realms of mythical suffering throughout the year. Whether it be getting out of a very horrible relationship, or accepting the fact that many people, including my own parents, will never comprehend the necessity of the decisions I made for myself. Yet not all has been a walk of nails. Since my last entry I have since become, in the eyes of most, just a regular person. I am not seen as a monster any longer, except by a select few who are aware of my identity and reject it. Yet the path ahead seems ever hazy.
The path to legally fixing my identity remains ever a torment, with a name no longer belonging to me being printed on everything that matters. This name is something I wish I could have left behind in my journey; thrown into the furthest depths of the underworld to be swallowed up by the ground; being destroyed so completely any memory of it fades as well. Instead, I have become a daemon. Many fear and hate me, particularly those of the religious persuasion. They fear me for my warping of the "immaculate body" gifted to me by the all-powerful God (Yaldabaoth), and for the potential of me corrupting others. And of course, to find my secret name is to find my weakness. I suppose this is a universal amongst all people like me. And, perhaps like a daemon that is bound by some ancient magickal curse, I will never be free from my secret name. All I can do is beg that one day it fades from the minds of all.
Not Likely.
Author's Note: Sorry, this one's kind of a ramble and is pretty esoteric (though you're probably used to that by now), but I will try to be more consistent with more varied entries. Sorry to all my (5) fans for disappearing for so long.