Oh yes, after three months, the nightmares still come in the dark. The Demons will never simply leave, they must be usurped

The room has moved, not the furniture but the physical room itself was never located here, even the counters have
changed to fit my demenor. Simple white fermika, now replaced by black marble. Good, I think to myself, something
that can take the punishment

(but why would you need to be punished anymore?)

Oh and theres plenty of that all around, I punish the marble the rest punishes me. No escape from ones own mind
after all? They never steeled me for this in school. They never taught me how to fight the possibilities that the
sub-concious refuses to let die.

(Can anyone tell me how to overide the unending voice, the one you can't hear?)

This is the journey that I speak of respecting, I realize that its tiring to some of my friends, and that it is
peoples nature to get upset or bored when they arent the center of attention for a while, because we all like to be.
But always remember (and I mean it, never forget this) if you think that its too hard for you to handle
Never forget who pounds on the marble counters until their surface is covered in the red of my regret, and those are the "Good nights"

(But there is progress, nowdays when the demons come, I strike them and return to the arms of sleep)

Thanks to all those who do respect the journey and to all those that don't, I'm sorry I suppose.