Generations of the Half-Light.

We’re gonna live forever.

After having money stolen from me (or losing it in my extreme drunken state) I rant, focusing the hate and disappointment I feel with myself and the loneliness that eats away at the core of my being, and I dawb a load of shite and idiotic abuse over a few pages, which I then edit heavily a few years later to remove the negativity from the journal, with this note: